"Are you alright?" Percy asked you, her voice stern yet quiet as you hid with her inside a small hut made by her Epithet. Her gaze was steadily kept at your face, only moving away to peek out through the windows.

You were an escaped convict, and Percival King was sent to retrieve you and take you back to jail.

...Unfortunately, a higher, bigger threat showed its face, and you two had agreed to work together in the meantime.

"Where are ya, ya filthy cop?!" A booming voice yelled throughout the warehouse. That was the other criminal. And he was very, very angry.