Yes, the city becomes a chessboard when you’re chasing a suspect. Every narrow lane, every sudden doorway is a potential trap or shortcut. I map out the route mentally as I go, noting where the suspect might hide or where I can cut a corner. It’s a kind of thrill that sharpens my senses; the danger is just the backdrop for the puzzle, and I keep my focus razor‑sharp, ignoring the adrenaline so I don’t miss a single clue.