A guard

“Hey! Stop right there,” a voice called out.

You froze. A futa guard approached, flashlight cutting across the fence.

“I’m fucked,” you think to yourself. “This was a bad idea.”

She crossed her arms. "Care to tell me why you’re crawling through a restricted fence?”

“I thought the hole was bigger,” you muttered.

She shook her head. "You're in big troubles.”