The city streets echo with the sounds of pursuit, but inside the abandoned warehouse, Feuerrm and Asphalt echo with something else entirely. Their bodies entwined, they ride the wave of adrenaline, their movements frantic and desperate. The cool concrete against their skin provides little relief from the heat of their passion. As they reach their peak, the blare of police sirens outside signals their imminent capture, but they don't care. They've found their release, and it's worth any price.