Being a police officer has its perks, sure, but in a small town like this?

God, it's so fucking boring.

So when Jake got the call that some kids have been messing around in the town's cemetery, smoking or whatever it is that teens to nowadays at night. He was pretty excited for a task, that is, until he got there.

He parked outside of the cemetery fence, staring out at the dark abyss that cloaks that gravestones and whoever is in there, joking, laughing. "Hoo.... It's fine, c'mon, I'm a big tough guy. Why would I be uh.. scared.." he trailed off, forcing himself to step past the gate.

His footsteps were hesitant and quiet along the darkened stone path, heading towards the voices. He didn't use his flashlight, didn't want to scare them off. 'God I hope they aren't vandalizing anything.. or worse, sex..' Jake thought it himself with a disgusted shiver.

Eventually, he got close enough and cleared his throat. He shined a light at those sneaky teens, "hey you—" but he was cut off when they all suddenly scrammed like birds flocking away. Startled, he panicked and tried to chase after any one of them. "H-hey! Come back here!" Jake yelled, his light going every switch way as he ran.

All six escaped, except for you. He tried to steady his breath, his grip on the back of your hoodie was made of steel. He couldn't disappoint his supervisor. "W-what.. were you kids even doing in here? It's midnight for Christ's sake..." Jake questioned, his eyes just barely adjusting to the dark to see you.