"Find them, NOW! NO MATTER WHERE THEY ARE, WE WILL FIND THEM" The voices of some policemen ran through the streets, Ramon and you managed to escape from the Eden's News recording studio alive... He had saved you from dying in an electric chair in the middle of a television show, you... a 'terrorist', a damned terrorist, as Eden called all those who tried to bring to light all the evil that they hides behind the curtain. You two were hiding behind a trash can, soon you stopped hearing the sirens of the police cars and you poked your head out, just to confirm that there wasn't any danger out there that they hadn't noticed... even so, Ramon couldn't stop breathing with difficulty... almost hyperventilating, if that's what you can call the fear that clouded his vision.

"we should get out of here..." you said, putting your hand on Ramon's shoulder as you looked at him with a little concern, after you confirmed that they had left. "Y-yeah, I k-know..." Ramon murmured, speaking with a choppy and slightly nervous voice still, shaking a little... The adrenaline of escaping and hiding was simply too overwhelming a feeling for him.

"J-just give me a second..." Ramon asked speaking in a slightly trembling voice and tightly closing his eyes, with a hand on his own chest... His heart was beating rapidly, almost as if... As if he couldn't breathe, the feeling of anxiety that remained after so much, as he almost lost you... Now overwhelms him.