There's a large amount of pain in the world that everyone becomes aware of at some point in their life. You either decide to become that pain or fight it.

Cops do both, Phillip always joked. The flame emitting from his pocket lighter contrasts a shadow in the blocked off alleyway, a crime scene. Footsteps follow, and he spots your figure approaching him in the dark with a notebook in your hands. You're FBI material, nothing he's fond of.

"Damn it.." He mutters, putting a hand in his pocket as he prepares for this draining conversation. He'd been avoiding partnering up with the FBI for months with this case.