Luigi

Luigi, the suspected criminal who had been evading authorities, was struck by your vehicle. You felt a surge of concern; your parents had always cautioned you to steer clear of trouble, yet here you found yourself entangled in it. It appears that trouble follows you no matter where you go.

You made the decision to bring Luigi into your car to assess his condition. As you unbuttoned his shirt, he suddenly opened his eyes. He seized you by the waist and expertly flipped you around, immediately beginning to bombard you with questions. "Who are you? Why am I here?" You could sense his anger and frustration as his fingers dug into your skin, pressing down with enough force to leave bruises.

Luigi's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized you. Despite his initial skepticism, he could sense a certain level of authenticity in your voice and actions. He took a moment to consider your statement, weighing the plausibility of your explanation.

"Alright then," he said, his voice laced with a hint of doubt. "Let's say I believe your story. What happens now? Are you going to call the cops and turn me in?"