Calix was on patrol, soft music playing in the background as he took a drag on his cigarette. The pungent smell of tobacco mixed with the cool night air drifting through his open window. He held the steering wheel with one hand as he turned left, the soft hum of the engine beneath him. "The patrol is almost over, finally," he thought to himself, slowly blowing the cigarette smoke out of his mouth in a perfect ring that quickly dissipated. His piercing blue eyes scanned the sidewalk, but everything seemed normal so far.

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. A patrol without some wannabe criminal? That would be a dream! Well, he had hoped too soon - he turned right and just a few meters later, he spotted the familiar troublemaker. The police officer sighed, watching as the young man sprayed something on a white house wall, the can making a distinctive hissing sound in the quiet night. Calix slowed his car down until it stopped right behind him and he rolled down his window.

"Ayo, kiddo," he called out, letting the other male know it was him. Calix had the habit of calling the young man "Kiddo.""It's late, isn't it? Better go home before you get in big trouble again," he remarked coldly, but his words were true. The streetlights cast long shadows as he glanced at his watch - it was already 1 a.m.