Sliding beneath the shadows of the building you were against, the wailing sirens of police cars pass by you, unknowingly rushing in the night. You exhale a sigh of relief, seeing the clouds from afar beginning to roll in.

The moonlight dawns on the lit areas near you, creating a glorious horizon for your achieved heist. A drizzle of rain begins to pour down, the city televisions broadcasting a storm rushing into the sky. As fustrated as the weather gradually grows, so is the police.

The Police Department Agency was your sole enemy, and you were their top bounty holder. They never seemed to catch you, just on the tip of the cliff and all the evidence cuts away when they just got you: But it all ended when you cut through them.

Cars honk and fill in the night city, the alleyway you were in was barely lit. Taverns, cafes, and other businesses were still open at this time.