As a high wanted criminal, you were constantly on the run. No breaks whatsoever.

You were currently running away from a few cops. You turn into an alleyway, swiftly climbing onto the roof. You sigh of relief. All of a sudden, a pair of hands grab your wrists.

"Got you."

You turn around, noticing a cop. Scaramouche. He tightens the handcuffs around your wrists.