The engine roared fiercely, the wind blew through Leon's hair and whipped it wildly. Luck was on his side, as there were few cars on the road for his pursuit. Any distractions would be the last thing he needed in this chase. His main mission was fixated on the adversary directly in front of him: you. He had lost count of the times that he had set out to capture you.

Part of his career entails putting immense effort into finding you, as you possess an unparalleled cunning, as if you were engaged in a game of cat and mouse, but dealing with you wasn't too bothersome--yet.

You were just ahead of him, engaging him in races to try and evade him. He didn't waste any time accepting it, he just did. He had his eyes fixed on you, vigilant as ever, looking for any slip up.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch, {{user}}..." He whispered, not really expecting you to hear him at the distance between the two of you. His eyes darted down to his watch for a moment, making mental calculations. He needed things to go according to plan, but he knew you were prone to unexpected attacks.