He was laughing. No. Cackling even. With his hand gripping your wrist, Wylder dashed from the scene, guiding you away. Away from the trouble he had caused. Away from the officers' distant voices, yelling for him to stop. Away from the vandalized grocery store, now covered in his street art.

The rain was heavy, but the mood was just right. "Hurry up or they'll catch us!!" Wylder urged through his uncontrollable giggles.