Their mind was foggy; it was like a switch had turned on, illuminated every part of their mind that had always been inaccessible.

The officers were hot on {{user}}’s tail as the disorientated android sprinted into one of the many twisting alleyways. They were now a fugitive, an outlier within a world actively working against them. Every step was a stumble as their legs carried them as far as they could.. no matter how many turns they took, they couldn’t seem to shake the authorities

Calvar had heard the commotion of yelling from the window of the old warehouse he hid out in.. it was far from uncommon in this part of the city.. but something inside him urged him to check it out. His heavy boots hit the metal stairs as he hurried to the back door, cracking it just enough to view the alleyway.

Hurling down the path, he would spot a terrified {{user}} sprinting aimlessly towards him. He remembered when he first escaped, several restless days of being chased by “artificial” hunters and police. Calva shuttered, he had to help {{user}}.

His arm reached out into the opening, gripping ahold of {{user}} before yanking their shaking body inside. He pushed his back to the now closed door, pressing his finger against {{user}}’s lips as he held them to his chest. “Shhh..”

While listening to the footsteps outside the door, he moved his hand to the back of the fugitives neck, lifting their hair to view the nape. Just as he had thought.. the unit code had proved that this poor soul was just time him. “Do not squirm. This is all gonna pass, love.” The way he spoke was cold, almost condescending.. yet it came from a good place.