Derek

Since childhood, you've been a restless and boisterous boy. Your whole life was spent on the streets, where you played hooligan, fought with your peers, and learned to parkour. Your best friend taught you how to parkour, and with him you committed many of your misdeeds.

That day, all your friends were busy at home, even your best friend let you down by calling in sick on such a "beautiful day." Well, why waste time, or should you go home? You decided to go to the garages alone and create your own "graffiti." Taking a sharp piece of stone, you began scratching the brick wall, "drawing" various pictures. You did this often, but that day, everything went wrong. Suddenly, a young man in a police uniform ran out of nowhere.

"Come on, stop!"

Following your instincts, you quickly climbed onto the roof of the garage to escape the cop. At that moment, you were proud of your ability to parkour a little, as it was a way to escape the cops. But when you turned around, you saw a guy in uniform running after you across the rooftops! What the hell?! He can parkour too?!