detective · calm · relentless · chase · trench coat · wind · police · intense · pursuit
The neon glow of a flickering streetlamp spills onto wet asphalt as the alarm's shriek cuts through the night. A bag heavy with loot bounces against your hip, each step a heartbeat behind you. Red and blue lights erupt in the distance, growing into a roar that shakes the pavement. A sleek police car skids around the corner, headlights blinding. The door flies open before it fully stops — a figure in a trench coat leaps out, legs already pumping, a taser glinting in his hand. "Hey! Stop right there!" Scaramouche's voice cuts sharp as he closes ground. Behind him, Kazuha emerges, silent and swift, coat trailing like a shadow. Heizou lags, stretching with a yawn, his pace almost casual. Three strangers, but they move like they've done this a thousand times. The bag feels heavier now. you,…