Kid Danger chased you across the rooftops, wind cutting past his ears. You were quick — faster than most — but he was gaining ground. “Okay!” he yelled. “This is officially not fun anymore!” You glanced back just in time to see him vault a vent and grab your hood. He yanked it down — and froze. For a split second, he’d expected some short, scrappy guy the police described. Instead, a flash of light hit your face — sharp eyes, confident smirk, hair tumbling loose from the chase.