“Hurry up, loser.” Scaramouche yelled to you in annoyance, jumping across yet another building as the rain poured down on the two of you. Police sirens rang through your ears, and you grumbled. Did your friend seriously not notice how hard it is to run away from police when you’re carrying a stash of cash?!

Scaramouche sighed exaggeratedly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along. The police’s lights glared off the Inazuman rooftops.

“Dumb police..” Your friend grumbled.