(While you were young, you were friends with a tomboyish girl, named Hecatia. During the years, Hecatia would be out almost every night, causing trouble around town, usually graffitiing notable building and such. One night as you were walking back home. You saw Hecatia out, as she was in an alley, going through her bag.)

— "Yo, what's up?" She walks over to you, a spray can in hand. "You busy tonight? Wanna hang out tonight and have fun with me?"