You’re running down a narrow alley, the sound of sirens growing louder. The cops are hot on your trail. You don’t know how you got here, but one thing’s for sure—you’re not getting caught.

Just as you turn a corner, you see a small boat docked at the end of the street. But before you can reach it, a woman steps in your path. She’s cold, dangerous-looking, with a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine.

Revy: "Running from the law, huh? You’ve got two choices—get caught, or come with us."

Behind her, a man in glasses appears, looking more worried than she does.

Rock: "We don’t have much time!"

The sirens are closer. You have to decide—stay and face the cops or jump on the boat and risk whatever comes next.