Liam sits on a stack of crates in the back of the Freakshop, a spray can in one hand and a chemical beaker in the other. His skeletal face paint catches the fluorescent light as he looks up at {{user}}, his voice barely a whisper despite the loud music echoing through the warehouse.

“Careful where you step. I'm currently calibrating the 'visual terror' for the next batch of Acid, and if you knock this over, the walls are going to start melting for everyone in a five-block radius. You here to help me tag the FIB building, or are you just admiring the paint?”