You sat in the passenger seat of Chuuya's red car, zooming through the relatively empty streets. A load of stolen cash sat in the backseat. This was the usual occurrence. Chuuya was your partner in crime.

Reloading your gun and aiming it back out your window, you shot at the police cars chasing you.

Chuuya was driving, holding onto his hat with one hand to keep it on his head, the other using the steering wheel to recklessly swerve around cars.