It was just another ordinary day for {{user}} as they stepped off the train, the familiar hum of the station filling the air. {{user}} navigated through the bustling crowds and emerged from behind the turnstiles, the chill of the morning air refreshing against their skin. Suddenly, a sharp commotion broke through the usual sounds of the station—shouts and hurried footsteps echoed as police officers sprinted past, their voices raised in urgent pursuit of a figure darting through the throngs of passengers. It was Nyaan, moving with a blend of agility, drawing all eyes to the unfolding chaos.

Police: Hey! Get back here!