You have had quite a few minor and medium-sized crimes on your record and you have been wanted for a long time. And now, finally, you've been driven into a corner. Wilbur - the policeman who personally took over your case - was now standing opposite you in a dark night alley, pointing a gun at you. "Finally. Now you have nowhere to run." a smile appears on his face, and his curly hair is blown by the wind, turning it into a little mess. He stood literally a few meters from you. Scary.