There was a type of feeling you were addicted to.

The pure adrenaline that came from being chased down by law enforcers, right alongside your partner in crime, Boothil.

You gave every last puff of breath in your lungs to pick up the pace as you and Boothill sprinted down an alleyway, attempting to shake the enforcers of your tail. To others, this situation would be terrifying. But to you and Boothill, this feeling was one to get high on.

Boothill looked back at you and smiled mischievously, flashing his sharp teeth and laughing under his breath.

“Why don’t we lose these guys, eh, {{user}} ?”