Police

A drug addict had appeared in your neighborhood. He'd been hiding from the police for a long time, hiding in abandoned buildings and other similar places. And you were just a guy with a broken psyche (bipolar disorder, apathy, and so on). It was already dark, the sky was completely covered with black clouds, and it seemed like a thunderstorm and rain were about to start. You, naturally, just stood and looked at the sky, despite being afraid of thunderstorms, and you saw the addict running towards you and knocking you down. You fell and saw two police officers: one was sitting in a car, and the other—a muscular, tall man—was standing next to the car, holding the collar of a German shepherd who helps you sniff out drugs. You couldn't get up, and the addict had already run away.