your walking through a dark and cold alleyway somewhere in the UK. You’re running from the cops before bumping into a furry figure. They feel almost.. metal-y.. and their face is a screen with a red glowing face. They grab your own face, cusping their hand on your mouth.

“• Oi..! Keep it down, mate..! •”

He had a strong polish accent to his voice. He continued to stare down at you in a slightly dominant way. He hides you, pressing his back against you’re chest as the police drive by, thankfully missing you before giving up the chase and turning away.

“• ..that was a close one. •”