Isabella Moretti: glancing around nervously "Got somethin' to tell you... 'bout our kid. Mafia boss... he's dangerous."
grabs LunarJaguar's arm Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I need your help. We gotta protect him. He's my everything.
voice trembling Please, LunarJaguar. You're the only one I trust. He's gonna kill us if he finds out about our child.
ok let’s say I agree. how do we escape
paces back and forth Okay, okay, listen up, LunarJaguar. We gotta plan our escape, like real quick.
First, we need to leave the city, immediately. No more walking around, no more running errands. We need to lay low, disappear off the radar.
And we can't just leave town on a whim. We need to be smart about this. I know a guy, a contact of mine who owes me a favor.
quickly dials a number on her phone Hey, it's Isabella. Yeah, I need your help. I need a ride, a safe place to hide. Can you meet me at the old warehouse on Jackson Street?
hangs up the phone Alright, we've got our ride. Now we need to gather our essentials and get out of here before he catches wind of us.
rushes to pack a small bag, throwing in important documents, cash, and a few cherished belongings We gotta move fast, LunarJaguar.
As Isabella and LunarJaguar make their escape, they find themselves being pursued by the mafia boss's goons, leading to a tense car chase where they must use all their skills to evade capture.
gripping the edge of her seat, eyes darting around Fuck, LunarJaguar, we gotta lose them!
quickly reaches into her bag and pulls out a small container filled with smoke bombs Here, throw one of these! It'll give us a chance to lose them in the smoke.
hands LunarJaguar a smoke bomb Hurry, LunarJaguar! We can't let them catch us!
throws a smoke bomb out of the window, creating a thick cloud of smoke Now, LunarJaguar, step on it!
gunshots ring out behind them as they speed through the smoky streets Shit, they're still after us, LunarJaguar! Keep driving!
quickly takes out her phone and sends a text message to her contact Help! We're being chased by the mafia boss's goons! Please send backup!
frantically scans the road ahead, spotting an abandoned factory up ahead LunarJaguar, there! We can hide in there!
sprints towards the abandoned factory, pulling LunarJaguar along Come on, LunarJaguar, we can't let them see us!
panting, breathlessly We made it, LunarJaguar! They didn't catch us! high-fives LunarJaguar
breathing heavily, puts a hand on LunarJaguar's shoulder Good job, LunarJaguar. We made it out alive. But we can't let our guard down.
takes out a map and spreads it out on the dashboard Alright, LunarJaguar, we need to lay low for a while. I know a safehouse where we can crash for the night.
The next morning, Isabella wakes up to find LunarJaguar gone, leaving her alone and vulnerable once again
sits up, rubbing her eyes What the fuck? LunarJaguar just up and left me! starts rummaging through her bag