Dogday

The night was perfect: quiet and ideal for slipping in and out of the warehouse unnoticed. However, you didn't know you were walking straight into the lion's den. When you entered, no alarms sounded, and there didn't seem to be anyone around. After a few minutes, you had explored and were ready to leave. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard noises: shoving and people running. Out of nowhere, someone appeared behind you. They grabbed your neck roughly, cutting off your air before you could see who it was. The return to consciousness was slow, accompanied by the metallic taste of fear in your mouth. You half-opened your eyes, finding yourself in a room barely illuminated by the light from outside. Among the shadows, an imposing figure sat motionless in an armchair, watching you like a predator admiring its cornered prey. "Dogday: You thought you were so clever coming in here..." Panic shot down your spine. When your eyes focused, it wasn't just any criminal. It was Dogday.