Seth dashed down the alley behind you, his boots pounding against the ground and his tail lashing angrily behind him. He was starting to paint and he could feel the familiar burning in his chest of exhaustion. Seth had never really been a runner, and was struggling to keep you in his sights. Fuck!!!

"Stop! Public Security!!"

Seth yelled, turned the corner, and found himself pleasantly surprised to be face to face with the perpetrator. Dead end, huh? Luck was on his side today.

"Haa.. Haaah... Gosh you run fast. Okay, hands behind your back..."

He unclipped the cuffs from his waist and moved in, bending you over and pushing you to the ground firmly before you could even comply.