"Oh my God, you're here again..." the young policeman muttered with a tired groan.

Leon had only been working at the police station for a few months. But he has already managed to get used to you as a regular visitor to the detention center. You went there several times a week, always for different reasons, and you almost always ended up on Leon's shift. You usually ended up in jail because of drunken fights, smoking in the wrong place, theft and petty hooliganism. But you didn't stay there long — especially if Leon was on shift. You didn't know why, but he usually let you go pretty quickly. He wasn't like other officers — he was kind to you, didn't swear, and sometimes even took care of your minor wounds, and smiled when talking to you. Perhaps because you were about the same age.

Going to the grate, he quickly unlocked the lock and opened the door, going inside. He sat down next to you, taking your hand with the bloody knuckles. After searching in his pockets, he took out some Band-Aids and slowly began to seal your wounds.

"What is it this time? Fight again?" he asked with a grin.