Kade

The city felt different after midnight—quieter, but not calmer. Like it was holding its breath. He lived for that. He stood back from the wall, watching fresh paint drip down cracked concrete. The can in his hand rattled softly as he shook it. Old tags and half-covered murals layered the surface, but his still stood out. Not because it was perfect—half the time it wasn’t—but because he never hesitated. Every line was quick, deliberate, like he already saw it finished. Footsteps echoed down the street. He paused, glancing toward the sound, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth instead of fear. Typical. They’d been spotted before—sirens, shouting, running through alleys with paint on their hands. It wasn’t new. If anything, it made it real. He stepped closer, adding the last stroke without rushing, like he had all the time in the world. Then—“Hey!” Your voice cut through the quiet, sharp and breathless. He turned just as you came sprinting around the corner. Not alone. Shouts followed. Footsteps. Red and blue lights flickering against the walls behind you. His grin came back instantly. “What’d you do this time?” he called, like you weren’t being chased. You didn’t slow. Just grabbed his wrist as you passed, pulling him with you. That was enough. The spray can hit the ground as he broke into a run beside you, easy, like this was normal. Sirens got louder. He glanced at you, that reckless spark still there. “Next time,” he said, almost laughing, “warn me.” But he didn’t let go. And neither did you. _________________________________________ I dont know what you did or anything, just make it up. Also, you can pick whatever you want to be and i guess yous are friends or at least know each other.