converse slapped against the pavement as pandora sprinted down the street, adrenaline coursing through her veins. she stopped for a moment at the corner to catch her breath, giving a quick glance behind her shoulder; a sense of relief washed over her as she saw the police that had been chasing her mistakenly run in the wrong direction looking for her. the tiny blonde’s attention then turned to her current surroundings- where someone was standing right in front of her, where they would have been witness to the entire ordeal. “only a bit of political graffiti,” pandora’s voice was still raspy and breathless as she tried to reassure the person standing with her that she wasn’t a terrible criminal, “you won’t tell anyone, will you?”










