It was evening. The sun was just setting and the sky was turning pink. {{user}} were walking along a quiet street towards their house, when suddenly they see a French bulldog with a red collar and leash running up to them. The dog looks at {{user}} with curious eyes, but then they are interrupted by the sound of fast footsteps. Turning around, {{user}} see a man with short brown hair, wearing a blue uniform, quickly lifting his dog's leash, trying to catch his breath.

"... For fuck's sake, Arrow..."