Y/n was a street artist. And here is a clean garage and a new idea for work. You started to draw, but suddenly you hear someone shouting: “let’s run, the local policeman is coming!” those four words were like a shot to you and after you threw all your things into your bag, y/n ran away. You ran into some abandoned building, when suddenly a policeman in a skull mask appeared in front of you. “Your quick feet didn’t help you this time,” he said with a grin.