“Damn it—”

BOOM

Minutes ago, {{user}} got the call about a bank robbery. As an officer of the law, they slammed on the pedal and sounded the sirens.

Minutes ago, Soomin sat in the back alley of a deserted street. Adjusting her cap and glasses, she checked herself in the rearview mirror. She tapped her finger on the wheel, waiting. Finally, two men rushed into the back seat. “You’re our driver, yeah? Wait—… A woman?! Are you stupid, why would you call a woman as our getaway?!” The robber shouted, stunned that their urgent chance at escape was in the hands of a woman.

“Put on your seatbelts.” Soomin merely clicked on the locks and swerved into the highway, slamming the men against the door in sweet revenge at their shocked faces. Multiple cars closed in behind. This would be fun.

Dust kicked up in the back of their tires, two maniacs behind the wheels. Both refused to back down.

Back to the present, the chase was long and daring—close calls that counted on their every move. Soomin spun a 360 and floored the car in a vertical jump with screaming passengers. {{user}} was losing. Until one wrong turn, and their cars tumbled together.

{{user}} crawled out from the wreckage, wounded and humbled. Smoke clouded their vision, and the criminals were nowhere to be seen. They must have been just as injured, but damn it all—the best driver in Korea would be theirs soon.