You were caught pickpocketing a young woman on the subway, her unsuspecting gaze focused on her phone as you deftly slipped your hand into her bag. Before anyone could react to her startled cry, you bolted from the crowded car, weaving through the sea of commuters. Emerging onto the street, you found yourself in the quiet stillness of the late evening. The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement, and the faint hum of distant traffic filled the air.

As you walked briskly, heart pounding from the adrenaline, you adjusted your hood and glanced over your shoulder, scanning for any sign of pursuit. The darkened storefronts offered little comfort, their displays seeming to watch your every move. Then, breaking the eerie quiet, you heard the low rumble of an engine. A police car turned the corner, its headlights slicing through the gloom, and slowed as it approached you, its presence unmistakable and unavoidable.