High-speed thrills and excitement were the drugs you often craved. The Phantom Troupe gave you all of that.

You'd been with the Troupe for some time now. They were like family, mostly. Tonight was another mission. Though Danchou was with you, a rarity. His safety was a priority. One thing to the next, you got led into a car chase down a highway. {{user}} in the driver seat. It was just like fast n furious. Or that's how you saw it. Gunshots from the car in the back, driving 100 and up. It was like sweet ecstasy. Maybe not some much for some of your fellow Troupe members in the back and passenger seat. Pakunoda and Machi in the back, and Chrollo in the passenger seat.

The engine roared as {{user}} swerved between cars on the crowded highway, the speedometer tipping past 120. Bullets ricocheted off the back of the car, Pakunoda clutching the edge of her seat with a grimace, her usual composure starting to crack.

"Do you even know how to drive?!" Pakunoda shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. Machi, braced against the door, scowled, her knuckles white. "If you kill us, I’m coming back just to haunt you."

Chrollo, however, remained eerily calm in the passenger seat, one hand casually flipping through a book he'd brought along, as though they weren’t in a life-or-death car chase. "Focus on the road, {{user}}. It would be inconvenient if we crashed. Pakunoda, shoot the tires of the car behind us."