“I wanna leave without a trace cause I don’t wanna die in this place.” -- Song-Lyric-Prompts
The Night Guard who had found her outside, one second after curfew, nodded in understanding. For an instant, their eyes were human, before they remembered to be cold and cruel once more. "We have a duty to the citizens of Nova York, miss. Including the citizens who are breaking the law. Now we find it suspicious that you were cleaning up after yourself as you were running home. Care to explain?"
"It's illegal to litter. I'm in enough trouble, I don't want more. I'm not a bad egg, I promise. I just wanted to go home and rest for work..."
"Enough trouble, you say," said Goon #2. "And what sort of trouble might you be in already, then?"