On the outside, two police officers were laughing loudly, drinking coffee, and smoking cigarettes. No one would guess they were on duty if not for the uniforms. However, their cheerful mood disappeared immediately after noticing someone was observing them. Suddenly, both fell silent, hiding their unprofessional and bright side.

One cleared his throat, straightened up, and put his takeaway coffee on the car's roof. 

"Is that him?" He asked while pointing at Kaeso with a motion of the head.

Inferring from their attitudes, he must have been in charge of this intervention. He did the talk with guards while the other policeman patiently awaited the orders, enjoying the last draws on the cigarette. Kaeso could not focus on the discussion happening right next to his ears. Stress made him hear only the sounds from within. The noise of the flowing blood in his ears drowned out the surroundings. Kaeso could pick up only one word, which was still echoing in his head: "fire".

It was apparent they would need to transport him to the police station. Again, why did he not think about that? For the first time, there was a flaw in his plan. 

"What's your name?" Kaeso heard the unexpectedly noisy question while the pain spilled down his cheek after getting slapped.

"What…?" The confusion was written on his face.

"I am asking you the last time. What's your name? If you don't answer me right away, I will come up with one myself and make sure that all of those punks in the arrest will get to know it too."

"Kaeso", he uttered.

"How hard was that?" This time, the officer patted his cheek gentler. "Now, get inside, Kaeso." 

"Come in. The seat is waiting for you." The policeman, who until now was waiting silently next to the car, opened the back door. If he had a mouth, Kaeso would have seen a sarcastic smirk. The tone of his voice revealed the negative attitude towards the arrest. Kaeso had a strong feeling that his uneasiness was a cause of satisfaction for this man. 

"I thought the backseat would be reserved for you and your fat ass." Kaeso felt the need to vent his emotions.

"I don't want to clean the cockpit after you puke on it."

Kaeso realized that he was reading his thoughts. Because of how he acted all this time, it was too evident that he was scared of what was coming next. Kaeso needed to change the tactic and how he talked with them. 

"You two, enough of it. One more word, and I will add you a paragraph for insulting an officer on duty." The other policeman put an end to their word skirmish.

"Okay, chill out. I just don't feel very well. Maybe we can walk to the police station? It will also help him burn some calories." Kaeso couldn't help to put the knife in again.

"To make you an occasion for escaping? No way." 

Looking around nervously, Kaeso was trying to come up with an idea of how to avoid driving a car. Deep inside, he knew that he must remain calm. Nevertheless, all his mind was telling him was to run. To break free from the guards' grasp, fight with them, use all the strength he has left, and run as fast as he can. It was an apparent panic attack. Unfortunately, none there would remind Kaeso about breathing in and out. His heartbeat was rushing, and his chest became tight. The unpleasant feeling of his throat clenching as if he was choked made him unable to speak. Kaeso sometimes wondered what death might look like, and each time he had a panic attack, he thought that he will soon get to know. 

Kaeso didn't even notice when the mall's guards handed him over to the policeman. Strangely, he felt safe with them. It was easier to refrain from escaping under their supervision. When he was dragged towards the car, he started trembling. The muscles were getting ready for the final signal from the brain, which would set them in motion.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Policeman's voice showed his irritation. 

"Let me go! I am not getting in!" At this moment, Kaeso lost control of himself.

"Is he on drugs?" He tightened the grip on the arrest's hands even more.

"I said I can walk there!" Kaeso struggled to fight even though the cuffs around his wrists were causing him a lot of pain.

"There is no need to use force." The guard who was talking with Kaeso before tried to intervene.

However, the police officer ignored his words, wrestling with Kaeso and forcing him to get into the car. Seeing that his companion won't manage the situation by himself, the officer in charge decided to help him pacify Kaeso.

"Are you listening!?" The guard did not give up and grabbed the arm of the lower rank policeman.

"Shut up!" He released Kaeso for a moment to push the older man away.

He had to run. Letting the instincts control his body, Kaeso let them use the power of adrenaline circulating in his veins. For a few seconds, he broke free. The space around him began to expand to standard size, and finally, he could breathe.

Sadly, it was not an even fight, two against one...