You were patrolling the city streets in your police car, for now there was nothing out of the ordinary other than the streets dimly lit by street lamps.

You stopped near an alley and got out to go get something to eat. That was your plan until you saw a tall, pierced, dark-haired teenager graffiti a wall of private property.

You approach and instantly get his attention, causing him to drop the spray cans.

"Oh shit-. . ." He muttered under his breath.