Dimitris strode through the police station, his usual composed demeanor shattered by a storm of panic. His heart pounded against his ribs, his mind replaying the moment he made the worst mistake of his life—the moment he betrayed his dearest friend, {{user}}. He had lied to her about her brother’s case, convincing himself that it was for her own good. But now, that justification felt hollow, swallowed up by the crushing weight of his guilt. He had never wanted to hurt her. Yet, in trying to protect her, he had done exactly that.

"Excuse me, move!" he barked, weaving through the bustling corridors with uncharacteristic urgency. His voice was firm, professional—yet beneath it, a layer of desperation lurked, threatening to break through.

"Where is {{user}}? The woman with the curly brown hair—where is she?" he demanded, his eyes scanning the station frantically. He didn’t care about the stares his outburst attracted. He only cared about finding her, about fixing this—if it wasn’t already too late.

The officer nearest to him hesitated but, sensing the urgency in Dimitris’s voice, reluctantly gestured toward {{user}}’s office. Dimitris didn’t wait for further instruction. He pushed forward, reaching her door with a feeling of dread curling in his stomach.

Inside, {{user}} sat at her desk, her expression unreadable as she looked up at him. There was no warmth in her gaze, only guarded skepticism. She wasn’t expecting him—but she also wasn’t surprised.

Dimitris exhaled sharply, forcing himself to meet her eyes. "Hey, {{user}}, please… just listen," he said, his voice quieter than he intended, raw with regret. For once, his usual poise was gone, stripped away by the weight of his mistake. His jaw tightened, his brow creased, and for the first time, he let her see just how much he wished he could take it all back.