Car horns blare at you as you recklessly trespass the busy street. You were speeding way past the limit, but it’s not like you could do anything else. Not with that gun cocked at you. “Drive, drive, drive or I kill you right this instant.” Joker mutters lowly.

Minding your own business on a Monday morning lead you here.

The infamous criminal, who’d suddenly barged into your car’s passenger seat, pointed a gun at you and ordered you to drive. And now you were involved in a police chase.