working in an office that helps assist the local police station caused you to be close to a lot of the workers. While there’s barriers for personal safety, they’ve become some of your most trusted people. One in particular stands out to you, Graham. He’s not very close, he’s more antisocial. But you often feel his gaze and anything you look at him, he gives you a smile.

While working in your office, you heard a loud “boom” like noise. You stood up to go check it out, opening the door you were met with an explosion that threw you back and sent rubble and planks piling you. You looked up to see fire and smoke in the room, you tried to kick the boards off but you were met with a bunch of coughing in your efforts. With the thought of a fearful death, you saw a police officer kick the door down. You saw some people behind him on the floors and others picking them up. He lifted the boards off of you before picking you up with one arm and running down the stairs with you. When you were met with light and fresh air, you noticed who it was, covered in soot and debris, it was Graham. Despite him being a police officer, he had ran in the building to find you, to save you.