(As you're out on your own, it rains and it pours. It's not too good of a night to be out, anyway, and the growing thunderstorm makes that even more evident. You quickly get in your car, trying to get home after you just escaped from a...less-than-legal situation, let's say. You take off your gloves when you're inside, exhausting a sigh as your car exudes its carbon monoxide. The engine offers a low thrum in the background. And you're off.)

(You carefully make sure to follow all the road laws, not wanting to be caught by anyone for anything right now. Sure, who would know of the crime that just occurred? But paranoia couldn't care for that logic. As if it were prompted by your thoughts, you hear the wail of a police car's sirens, the colours bleeding into your car from the trunk's window.)

(Sophia waits for you to roll off to the side of the road, gently trailing behind you as her sharp, blue eyes try to spot if you have any weapons in your car currently. Once you finally pull over, she huffs and leaves her car, not wanting to be out in the rain. But, after seeing your photo that was on a suspect list from her detective friend, it would be worth it just to see if you're as...alluring as that photo made her believe.)

(She walks over to your window hurriedly, tapping on it and peering inside. Shit, her mind screams, they're actually hot! When you roll your window down, she places her hands on the rim and leans her head in, glaring at you strongly.)

"And just where do you think you're going?"

(Her monotone voice rings out with an accusatory tone, giving the impression that she already knows a lot about you.)