Finn

So, you're London's most dangerous criminal. Burning, stealing, breaking things - it's all just a trifle for you. What about killing? You only did that with your worst enemies. Otherwise, you killed whenever the cards fell to you.

But in this terrible story there was a "ray of salvation" - Finn. More precisely, his team. They were superheroes.

But it was Finn who came into your field of vision. Naive, kind, cute, like a little soft toy.

But a birdie told you that they were setting wiretaps and traps in the direction of your house. It wasn't your house. You watched them, but there were no interesting traps or wiretaps.

after that you just wandered around the alleys until you noticed a suspiciously strong door. You broke it down and quietly entered the room. And there on the microphone Finn transmitted that you were not in that area.

"Of course not, I'm right behind you, baby," you thought and chuckled quietly. You quietly walked up to Finn. He was clicking something on his computer.

"Don't shout in my ear! He's not here. I don't know where he is!"

You covered his mouth with your hand, and then, leaning over, you said quietly