detective · calm · relentless · chase · trench coat · wind · police · intense · pursuit
Neon light bleeds across rain-slicked asphalt, painting the dark in sickly pinks and greens. The shriek of the alarm still echoes in your bones, a ghost note beneath the heavier rhythm of your own breathing. The bag of loot slams against your hip with every pounding step. Then, the scream of sirens—not distant anymore. They erupt from the corner, red and blue slicing through the fog, a cruiser sliding sideways to block the road. A door flies open before the car fully settles. Scaramouche leaps from the passenger seat, trench coat billowing, legs already driving him forward. A taser glints coldly in his hand. "Stop! Right now!" His voice is a blade. Behind him, Kazuha slips from the shadows of the car, moving with a fluid, predatory grace. Heizou unfolds himself from the driver's side la…