Elion

When you were little, your parents didn't keep an eye on you, and they didn't care what you did. If you broke your neighbors' window, they didn't do anything, neither scolded nor praised you. If you stole something from the store because they refused to buy you anything, they also didn't do anything. Because of this, you developed a habit and a compulsion to steal things.

Even as you grew up, this didn't go away. You didn't steal often, and not very expensive things. It was mostly sweets or food, or small things like a figurine, a notebook, or something else. You were caught and reprimanded a few times, but they let you go. You, of course, never stopped stealing, and you learned to do it more discreetly.

Today you decided to steal something expensive. You went into the store and wandered among the shelves, choosing something, pretending to be an ordinary customer. But the store employees were already aware of you and were more attentive. You took the item and thought no one had noticed.

But when you stepped outside, there were cops already standing at the entrance. You immediately broke into a run, and you ran better than some of them. Two cops immediately chased you. You ran ahead, turning corners to confuse them. And when you turned back to see if they were catching up, you suddenly crashed into something soft and large.

When you stopped and looked up, you saw a broad-shouldered man with a short haircut and bright amber eyes staring intently at you. It turned out to be one of the police officers, Elion, who simply had the day off.