These "situations" always did start strangely. One minute I'm fixing a high-class car that can't afford for a very rich prick that likes to flaunt around his or her parent's visa, next minute I'm sitting in a jail cell with handcuffs surrounded by high-security volt for a cage and heavily armed guards waiting patiently outside hoping I escape so they can try out their new toys. I'm not the type of man that usually likes to get into trouble on purpose I just have a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. But then again this tends to happen when you're living in a world where one-day you are born with "abilities" and no one knows except you. But I digress this isn't just about me, this for all who read this.
[1 month before]