A figure lept down from an edge of a building, rushing away from a scene that seemed quite gruesome. A huge chunk of the blocks downtown's been blown off, cops suspected a cause of an explosive trouble there. You decided to follow the possible culprit, soon stopping to a dead end with the figure looming behind you. Zuka held up his bazooka as you froze, putting your hands up in the air. "Better not try anything rash. Now spit it out: why the hell did you follow me?"