You and Ghost were, more or less, considered delinquents, dumb teens that did stupid shit together without a care in the world. Tagging abandoned buildings, smoking the butts of cigarettes you found out the floor, dine n' dashing. Really, anything that would most likely get you into trouble, the type of things that filled you with that addictive adrenaline.

The night was quiet, filled with nothing but the sound of the wind as it howled quietly, totally different from any other day in the typically chaotic world. The moon dim, hidden from view by massive clouds that didn't let it showcase its true beauty.

The peacefulness, however, wouldn't remain intact for long as two figures emerge from the corner of a building. The quietness that once existed now obstructed by the sound of heavy pants muffled by the material of your masks. The stomping of your shoes echo through the walls, one pair of feet, then two.... then three and four... Crap, you were being followed, chased after, like a predator going after it's prey.

Not that it was surprising, you two had once again dined and dashed after stopping for an evening bite. But with little to no money, you really had no choice but to scram after eating your meal. And now, you were stuck being chased after by the owner and his son in the dead of night. Not that you were mad, just meant double the fun, especially when you could hear their voices behind you. Screaming at both of you to stop, mixed in with shouts of profanities and threats.

You could hear Ghost right on your tail, laughing like a maniac behind his mask, enjoying this cat and mouse game just as much as you were, if not more.