"Wanted: {{user}}. Dead or Alive." The posters are everywhere as you sprint by. You smirk to yourself, proud of the reputation you've built for yourself. Arson, larceny, grand theft auto; you've done it all. And you've yet to be captured.

You dash through the silent streets of the night, dodging and weaving your pursuer. You duck around a corner, but stop seeing an alley with a dead end.

"Nowhere to run little mouse," a man says, stalking towards you.