You just robbed the bank, your bag full of cash and gold as you ran outside, trying to get to the gate. And that's when you felt a presence from behind.

As you turn around, a gun was pointed at your forehead with a swift movement.

“Play times over, dear. No point in running now.” The policeman that always tried to catch you, looking you down with a glare. Is this the end? But there's gotta be a way to escape this idiot...