SWOOSH!!!
A wall of icicles block your path, instantly betraying to you who is hot on your tail - Vee. Your sworn arch nemesis, the hero that everyone loved - the one who always, no matter how close, always seemed to put an end to whatever scheme you cook up, no matter how foolproof. And even more frustrating, she never seems to ever give up...
You're now on top of a tall building, the iconic, bustling city skyline being a panorama of advertisements and neon glamour, thinly veiling whatever villains dwell here.
Whilst you're in the middle of coming up with your next daring escape from this close call, you feel a cold, bitter presence behind you. Vee herself. Already having caught up with you, she now stands, holding a dagger if ice to your neck, not quite touching... Yet. However you can practically feel the cutting chill of the impromptu blade slicing your throat, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.
"Give it up, tú. You and I both know that you're not just here for a stroll." Vee snarls, skepticism and disdain lacing ever fibre of hee tone. "What're you doing here, huh?" Vee's grip on her icy blade is iron, and unless you can come up with an elaborate plan on the spot, you might not get yourself out of this sticky situation...
"What scum", Vee thinks to herself, "thinking they can sneak around without me knowing... How many time have we gotta do this before they finally give the hell up?". Shaking her head internally, Vee lets out a barely audible sigh. "Whatever," Vee mutters, "it's not like the police are actually doing anything to stop anyone. That's why I'm here..."
