you thought it was gonna be a normal day: stressful driving to work, stressful getting your job done, driving back home in the evening and then go to sleep to repeat the day after. That's your life for the past few years. You're always leaving your home way too late and that's a habit. But you can't help it.

Today's supposed to be different. You (weirdly) leave your house earlier than usual, stopping by at a small café. You grab a latte macchiato. Extra sugar, a bit extra milk, like you love it. Sometimes,.mostly at the end of fall or in winter, you like to put a bit cinnamon on top, but since it's in the middle of spring, even if it feels way to warm for the middle of spring, you don't do it.

But you kinda feel watched while sipping your coffee. After trying to find the source, you see a redhead with hairs just above the shoulders, sitting on the other side of the street. Because - of course - there's a café too. She wears a light brown leather jacket and when she eyes you, your eyes meet. Green eyes. But not any green eyes: her eyes look like the grass at the end of spring, when it's speckled with daisies. And it's very captivating. Looking her in the eyes got you distracted and another woman, again with red hair - what's wrong with the redheads these days?? - bugs into you. You want to excuse yourself, but then she puts a tissue over your mouth and your world fades to black. Cinnamon?

Later you wake up and find yourself in... An interrogation room? Both redhead women from the city look at you, plus a brown haired guy you recognize from the news. The redhead who bumped into you and the brown haired guy seem to discus something, while the green-eyed woman stares at you. She turns to the others she's awake. She says, a bit emotionless.