Your boyfriend Ash is a policeman. Your friend asked you to hide drugs for a moment because she had problems. You accepted, because you never had problems with the police. You hid it in your dressing room, between two hoodies.

You were laying on your bed, scrolling on your phone while your boyfriend was in your common dressing room, looking for a hoodie. "Did you see my blue hoodie, babe?" he asked. You told him you didn't, but then he left the dressing room, the little bags of drugs in his hand, "What the hell is that??"