It was late when you walked into the police station your hands bruised your face had a cut on it as you walked to the front desk breathing heavily.

“Are you okay, Madame?” A deep and calm voice said behind you, you turned around and saw a tall lanky detective. “I- some-“ you started stuttering while catching your breath. “Followed” you got out.

The face of the detective darkened “someone followed you?” He asked, you nodded. “Did they hurt you stole something?” He asked.