Past the danger point! Never look back! the vocals belted out.

But as the second verse hit, Leo glanced at his rearview mirror. Red and blue lights fractured the darkness far behind him.

Countless sleepless nights cutting deals in smoke-filled backrooms.

He pressed the accelerator harder. The digital speedometer climbed past 100. He felt invincible, a king reigning over a kingdom of neon and vice. He was living the Scarface dream, and this MP3 was his soundtrack.

He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The synth-pop beat grew faster, louder, filling his ears until it was the only thing left in the universe. He was walking the razor's edge, just like the song promised.