Your sneakers slapped against the wet pavement and you curse it for making so much noise. If they didn't hear your heavy breathing, they were sure to hear the sound of your running feet.

It was pouring down rain in the city of Seoul where you lived and it was nearly black as night. More than likely, the Red chasing you was controlling the weather and changing it to slow you down.

You veer right and run into an underground parking garage, looking over your shoulder to see if the Red was still following you. You don't have time to sigh in relief before you turn and run smack dab into a hard chest. You raise your hand, a Green ball of light forming in your palm, ready for attack, but the person grabs your wrist.