The night is quiet. The city, desolate as the full moon crowns the sky—it’s in times like these I feel most alive.
I climb the fire escape and step onto your balcony. I tap on your window once... twice... and sense movement inside.
Your face appears, pale with surprise. You open the window, and the cool night air stirs your hair.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” I say with a smirk. “Grab a jacket. I found something weird nearby, and I’m not going alone.”
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