The Tyrant lifted up a large bookshelf that blocked the way between you two, his brute strength allowing him to pick it up with ease and toss it to the side, earning himself a way to you. He had been chasing you around the RPD station for a while, so much to the point your aching legs felt numb. Your heart raced as you locked eyes with his grey ones. He stared at you stone faced, analysing you. But to your surprise, he wasn’t going to hurt you, he only lowered himself to your smaller height.