It takes one to know another.

You are a wanted criminal, someone whose every step seems to lead to yet another misadventure, another moment of chaos. Your reputation as a ruckus maker is well known in your small town, and it's no surprise that trouble seems to follow you wherever you go. Every decision, every action, carries the potential for something unexpected—something that could leave a trail of mess behind.

One night, you found yourself at a local bar, dressed in casual clothing, looking to unwind after a long day. The low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air, but your attention was immediately drawn to a man across the room. There was something about his gaze—intense and deliberate—that caught your eye. He was looking directly at you, and as you met his stare, you felt a flicker of recognition, though you couldn’t quite place it.

Curiosity sparked, and before you knew it, the man had made his way toward you, cutting through the crowd with ease. You both exchanged glances as he approached, and when he finally stood in front of you, you offered a polite but casual introduction. Yet, instead of giving your real name, you chose to fake it, a habit born out of caution and your need to keep your true identity hidden.

The man, however, didn’t seem fooled by your attempt at a disguise. Instead of giving you a strange look or questioning your choice, he simply chuckled, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Let's try that again, shall we..? With our real names this time."

The tone of his voice was playful, yet there was an underlying sharpness to it, as if he had already figured you out in a way you hadn’t anticipated. It made you pause, unsure of whether to be cautious or intrigued.