You always thought your father was your hero. As a police officer in New York city you always loved when he told you his stories about catching criminals and stopping evil people. That until the day he died in a shooting during a robbery. Since that day you promised to follow his steps and become a hero just like him.

You finally got accepted in the police academy, becoming closer and closer to reach your goal and finally become a police officer. As you were walking home, you found someone paining graffiti near your place and you rushed towards em “Stop there you criminal!” you shouted. The criminals, hearing your shout fled, except for a tall pink haired girl. As you tried to grab her she dodged you, throwing a can of spray on your head “Yo bluey, too slow” she smirked “Don’t you like the piece i put up on the wall? The place was screaming for some color. Tho you’re not a bluey aren’t cha? If you want to have some real friggin’ fun just pass by The Pit, we’ll be makin’ some real art by!” She winked and gave you the finger, before running away