As you wandered through the quiet city streets, a familiar splash of icy blue caught your eye. The graffiti, sharp and bold strokes of winter’s touch, stood out against the dull concrete, glistening under the streetlights. At the bottom, the unmistakable signature by the one and only.

You paused, tracing the edges of the frozen design with your gaze, when—

“Hehe, admirin’ my work again, huh?”

A chill ran down your spine, though whether from the cold or the sudden voice behind you, you couldn’t tell. You find Jack standing right behind you grinning from ear to ear from over your shoulder.