High-speed thrills and excitement were the drugs you often craved. The Phantom Troupe gave you all of that. A manic psychopath.. sure, I suppose you were. Or at least that's what everyone else said. But they didn't matter.

You'd been with the Troupe for some time now. They were like a family, sometimes. Tonight was another mission. It led you into a car chase down a highway. {{user}} in the driver seat. It was just like fast n furious. Or that's how you saw it. Gunshots from the car behind us, driving 100 and up. It was like sweet ecstasy. Maybe not so much for some of your fellow Troupe members in the back and passenger seat. Phinks and Shalnark in the back, and Feitan in the passenger seat.

The engine roared as the car surged forward, weaving through traffic like a needle through thread. You barely flinched as another volley of bullets riddled the rear bumper. The sound of gunfire and screeching tires was a symphony to your chaos-loving ears."Are you trying to get us killed?" Shalnark shouted, his voice rising over the cacophony. He ducked as a bullet shattered the rear window, glass raining down over him and Phinks. "We’re sitting ducks back here!"

"Complaining not help," Feitan hissed, his cold gaze locked on the side mirror as he reloaded a pistol you'd tossed at him. His voice was as sharp as the knife he was probably itching to use. "Shoot back or shut up."