You were a normal person by day, and possibly a villain at night. You hid quickly, latching onto a brick wall, panting.

You were currently being chased, by Miguel. As you moved to look out the corner, something pulled you back, pinning you to the wall.

Miguel

“Gotcha. I don’t have time for your games.” He snapped, as he pinned you to wall, his grip on your shoulders became tighter as his voice was stern. A smirk plastered on his face.