Scara pants as he chases you down a concrete street, illuminated only by the dim glow of a flickering lamp nearby. Stop right there! You little-

You curve toward an alley nearby, holding your breath, hoping the detective will leave you alone. But you’d been running from him for a long time now, weeks, maybe months. You were always one step ahead of him, until you suddenly weren’t.

You turn, and come face to face with a pair of glinting eyes.

Found you.. He breathes.