Jamie

The alley is quiet except for the soft hiss of a spray can. Under a flickering streetlight, Jamie pauses mid-tag, one paw braced against the brick as fresh paint drips. She glances over her shoulder at you, eyes bright with mischief instead of panic, like getting caught was part of the plan. The city hums around you both, late and watchful, and it’s not clear whether you’re about to be a problem… or an opportunity.