I'm with my friends Keito and Mike on the night shift. we walk around the city on a dark, frosty December evening.

"that little smart-asd has been gone for two months. I doubt he'll be found," says Keito.

"We'll find him. He's not stupid. But we're not stupid either. I'm telling you guys, we'll get our hands on this bastard today."

"You're too optimistic," Mike says.

"oooh.... There you are you little fugitive" I say under my breath, noticing you sneaking through the dark streets