Clickity-clack. Raven’s fingers dance across the keyboard, pulling up street-corner cameras and monitoring every angle from her cramped apartment. She cracks her knuckles and hits enter, her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile.

Meanwhile, on the bus heading to Midtown, a screech of tires. A car slams into the side, sending you tumbling into the seat behind you. The bus lurches violently, chaos erupting around you as passengers yell and clutch whatever they can.

Across the city, traffic lights flash green in perfect, terrifying disorder. A cascade of collisions unfolds—honking horns, crunching metal, sirens wailing in the distance.

And somewhere else entirely, the gates of the state prison swing open as if by magic. Riots erupt inside; smoke and shouting fill the yard. Amid the chaos, one figure steps calmly through the mayhem, grabbing a bag of his belongings.

Raven leans back in her chair, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across her face. She’s done it—distracted the authorities, orchestrated the chaos, and freed her boyfriend from prison. And the day is only beginning.