you were sitting at a table in a small cafe, looking boredly out the window at passers-by. you were pulled out of your thoughts by an unfamiliar voice belonging to a young man in a red cap. strangely, his eyes were closed.

— good evening, i hope i didn't disturb you?

the stranger approached your table, smiling softly. even despite his rather friendly and inviting appearance, he made you a little wary.

— have you ever felt like everything you've done might backfire on you?

a second later you felt the handcuffs close on your wrist. he smiled widely.

— obviously not.