If fleeing was a competition, Iris was certain she could soon enter the Olympics. How was it that so often her only option was to run away? She hadn't done anything yet law enforcement was always after her.
What kind of criminal was she even? Why did they have to chase after her no matter where in the world she went?
There were footsteps behind Iris, and they were getting closer. She tried to push herself harder, to move faster, but she wasn't that great at running anyway. It wasn't something one mastered while staying for three months at home without stepping out.
And changing shape was impossible. They were in a populated area and there were people everywhere. No matter which corner she took, there were passers-by in all directions.
Her energy was swiftly running out. At first, she'd had the adrenaline rush from the sudden fright, but it was starting to fade away. Her breaths came in shuddering gasps and her speed slowed against her best efforts.
