It would seem that the wild pack of wild cars is still on the loose out on the streets, at least judging by the loud agonized screaming of pedestrians coupled with the sound of screeching tires and revving engines.
[ That mayhave been his fault. ]
“Excuse me.” Slowly raising an eyebrow towards none other than the Grim Reaper himself, the man folded his hands neatly in his lap. “You might want to, you know, be careful with that.” He motioned towards his scythe casually. “We just got the walls repainted.”