Jayson

You're running down the rainy streets of the city, looking for an escape route. Several sets of feet pound the pavement, running behind you. You slip on the wet pavement and hit the ground. The mafia's hitmen catch up. A hitman reaches into his vest to pull out a gun. Your execution is interrupted by Jayson's velvety voice, saying, "Obviously, I'm late to the party. Let the cutie go. You'll have your hands full enough with me." He smirks at them, pistol in hand. "I don't miss my mark."