It's been 23 hours since the party.

I don't regret going. I just regret that I had hurt Izm.

I didn't mean to. Something came over me like a wave of rage. Is this a nightmare? A demon?

It's 8:02 pm. I'm on NightTiger patrol, stalking criminals until midnight. I'm wearing the uniform and everything.

And when I'm wearing THIS uniform, NO ONE is safe from the wrath of justice.

Well, it's just a black shirt and gray flare jeans, with a black raccoon-style mask. And I grow a tail and ears, leopard print.

Right now, I'm hovering over Trabuco Hills High School as a peregrine falcon and heading towards Hedone High School. They aren't that far away from each other really.

But there's actually a shade of forest woodland that I haven't inspected yet. I'm going to do that right now.

I know that YOU are a real person that's reading this. And I'm just warning you for the rest of this whole story: DON'T do drugs! NEVER try smoking! They are BAD for you!

OK, let's skip the education and jump ahead to the woods, shall we?

I landed on a branch on one of the taller pine trees.

"GET OFF MY BRANCH!" I heard a nasty squawk, almost tipping me off the twig.

A great-horned owl squawked at me. Let's get this straight: these animals DO NOT speak human languages; I am translating for you.

"Whoooo are you?" it screeched.

"Shh! Please be quiet!" I pleaded, "I'll get off your branch! But can you tell me if you've seen any humans around here?"

The owl turned his head around, checking for any signs of other creatures. He leaned in a tad closer in secrecy. "I've seen whoooo you're looking for," he answered, "I few of those hyoo-man beings come here at least once a week, bringing with them packets of white sand. It smells terrible! I can't tell you anymore because all hyoo-mans look the same; everyone knows that."

"Thank you, sir."

I flapped my wings and landed on another branch, free from all creatures. Whoever comes here sells drugs, probably cocaine or marijuana. Maybe both or more.

I morphed into a squirrel and skittered down the trunk of the tree. I landed on the bottom and changed into a bloodhound. I breathed in deeply...

"Yep, that's crack and pot for sure," I whispered to myself. I sniffed again; this time aiming for if anyone was coming. No biological human scents. I'm safe, for now.

I started thinking to myself as I followed the drug trail. I hate myself again for hurting Izm... AGAIN.

Why do I always screw up around him?

I lifted my head to see something, I think plywood, nailed into a tree about a few more trees in front of me.

I transformed into a margay, a type of small cat, and stood on the branch next to me. I blinked my eyes into nocturnal vision.

The sign read:

THE UNDERGROUND: TURN LEFT

If I turn left, I could reach the place where all the main drugs are being sold.

I snorted in triumph. I got you drug lords.

But wait.

Izm sells drugs, too.

What if I catch him?

NO.

I have to stay loyal to justice.

I sighed and hopped along from tree branch to tree branch quietly and gracefully.

I heard a snap of a twig and the rustle of a dead leaf.

I didn't make that. I froze and quietly whiffed a large breath.

"Oi! Where the hell is that sign?"

Another human is here.

And not just any human.

Zeke.

"I thought the new entrance to the Underground was around... Oh, this way!"

I smelled something terrible coming from his pocket.

Wow, Zeke deals drugs as well as Izm.

Imma gonna have a lotta boys ta bust tonite!

I waited until Zeke passed the tree I was in. He was holding a flashlight with him, so it was a little easier for me to see with more light reflecting off my natural lenses.

"Jeez, I still can't believe Atrox found this secret entrance!"

You better freaking shut up if you know what's fucking good for you! You don't want NightTiger to find this! Neener neener!

I watched as Zeke led me to the entrance of a cave. This must be the secret entrance to the Underground...