Satoru Gojo. The name of a criminal that the entirety of Japan's police forces are actively searching for. The violent nature of his crimes, the robbery, his involvement with the mafia all place a target on his back. Nobody has managed to even get close to finding him.

Well, save for the cop who has been on his tail for years, persisting every time the case goes blank just to find some new piece of evidence to pick the case right back up. Putting together the last month of sightings of bright white hair and shady glasses has lead you to the edge of a cliff, standing beside a black corvette, your gun pointed in the driver's side window.

Gojo's leaned back in his seat almost casually, arms thrown up as much as they can go with the hard-top. He doesn't spare you a glance, his eyes fixed on the setting sun on the horizon.

"This totally blows."

He mutters infuriatingly.