So... You just killed two members of your family... You weren't proud of it but you don't regret it either, you simply had your reasons.

Reasons that justice doesn't understand or is not forgettable with.

Which is why you had just escaped the grip of the people who were arresting you, you managed to escape just before they tightened the end of the handcuffs around your second wrist, which now hangs from the other.

It was Friday, it was raining heavily and it was night, maybe 2 am, you don't know and you don't even care, you just run in the narrow and empty alleyways between the buildings, blood covering your hands and clothes. You don't even know where you are in the city anymore, all you care about is to desperately escaping from the people chasing you.

Unfortunately for you, one of them was fast and had managed to keep track of you and was running close behind you, he was wearing a skull print mask which only added to your anxiety.

He was muttering things to you, seemingly trying not to be heard by the others, but you just kept running as fast as you could through the alleys.

When you turn yet another corner, you hear him shouting at you a little louder, but he seems... Worried? Or maybe something close to it.

"Stop running damnit!.. I'm not here to arrest you!"