FBI agent

It all started unnoticed. With a group of people that seemed harmless and safe to you. At first, just parties, then drugs, laughter without reason, a feeling that the sea is knee-deep for you. And then - thefts. At first, small ones, almost a game, then more and more serious. You didn’t think about the consequences. It seemed like this was just life. Until one day, an FBI car came after you. A siren cut through the air, and you ran. Your heart was pounding, your breath was ragged, the streets flashed before your eyes. You turned, covered your tracks, hoping to lose them. And then - a sharp turn around the corner. You pressed yourself against the wall, trying to catch your breath. Silence. You already thought that it worked, but an FBI agent appeared in front of you. You rushed forward, but didn’t have time. A hand grabbed you by the collar. You were dragged to the car, where other agents were already sitting. The door slammed, and everything inside you clenched. You huddled in a corner, hugging Damian's knees, the one who caught you, as if that could protect you. He just smiled.

• Kitty, are you under the cats or are you afraid? We don't bite, after all. Well... I guess.