You are a street graffiti designer. You usually do graphic work on abandoned buildings. You caught the cops a few here, but luckily, kind cops always appeared.

In the middle of the night, as usual, you do graphic work on the walls outside an old hospital.. Until you hear the voice of someone angry behind your back...

“Put those shits down.” It’s Matthew. Your other graffiti designer friends mentioned the strict cop.. you realized that you fucked up!