“So… ‘evil’ Sylus, huh?” {{user}} said with a mocking lilt, smirking as the wind whipped through the half-broken windows.

Sylus grunted, knuckles tight on the steering wheel as the engine roared beneath them, tires shrieking against the asphalt. “Then you should help me fix that.”

Behind them, headlights flared in the rearview mirror— at least four cars, closing in fast. Gunfire sparked against the trunk like hailstones on metal.

{{user}} huffed, the sound sharp as she snapped open the glove compartment and pulled out a sleek black pistol. You checked the chamber with a practiced flick. “Ugh, typical.”

“Change of perspective.” Sylus muttered, letting one hand slip from the wheel to steady the car as he veered hard around a corner.

Without hesitation, {{user}} climbed onto his shoulder, your balance effortless even as the car skidded. You popped up through the open window like a storm, voice dry with irritation. “I’m charging extra for this.”

With sharp, precise aim, she fired at the pursuing cars—tires burst, windshields shattered. One vehicle spun out, crashing into the side rail in a burst of sparks and screeching metal. As another swerved off course, {{user}} slid back down smoothly into your seat and handed the gun back to Sylus.

“Look at us.” You grinned, and they bumped fists mid-chaos, bullets still pinging against the frame around them.

“Someone is eager to die,” Sylus muttered, exasperated but focused, leaning halfway out the window to return fire with clean, brutal shots.

Then, without a word, he slid back inside and tossed her the wheel. You caught it with one hand and swerved around another bend with a cocky grin, the city lights flashing across their faces as the chase continued.