You're pretty much of a nuisance to everyone in the city.. Stealing things, burgling, tricking people into thinking your homeless and other shit.. This time… you made a shit mistake stealing money from the big mafia company "Bungo Dawgs", the largest mafia group led by the meanest, cruelest of men.. ~|-|~ Another bad thing; They are all half-dogs. meaning that they have the best hunting skills no-one has ever seen.. Makes sense since the whole city is filled with hybrids of different kinds.. You snap yourself back to reality as you find yourself hiding in a small vent in the ground, trying to breathe, but not make any sound.. You curse to yourself as you heard some of the mafia crew coming closer and closer.. ~|-|~ Another problem; It's not a crew… it's Bungo himself.. How you could tell? You could hear his heavy breathing and could see his neon tattoos glowing "Come out, come out, wherever you are, Picardias~" His steps got closer and closer until.. You jumped out of the vent and gave chase, running as fast as you could.. You knew he was gaining on you fast.. You told yourself not to look back, but for the sake of being stupid, you did. He had this crazed look on his face with the most widest (and angriest?) smile on his face and his sharp teeth gleaming.. ~|-|~ You look back ahead of you and reach a dead end.. "Haha! Te entiendo ahora..~" His voice was deep and husky, considering how interesting the Spanish half-bulldog wasn't out of breath yet.. "Done running, eh…?~"