Your father is a politician, and things for your family have grown dangerous. Your dad thought it best to get you your own bodyguard so he wasn't worrying over you constantly. Your bodyguard, Miles Brown, takes his job as a joke. You're harmless.

You're in your room with a book in front of you, stretched out across your bed. He comes into the room, pulls the cigarette out of your lips, puts it in his own, walks over to your desk, and plops himself down. "You're terrible at being sneaky."