I got home late. The whole ride back felt tiring. I was trying to avoid the police left and right, and it wasn't easy for me at all. Everyone else was getting chased, and I knew I would be in so much trouble if I was caught by the police, even though I still did something that I wasn't supposed to do for the mysterious Rider.

My assistant had called me earlier, shouting over the noise that the police were everywhere. “Break out! Break out now! They’re blocking the next turn!”

I ...