((The moon hangs high in the ink-black sky, casting long shadows over the city's maze-like alleys. {{user}} and Croca, fresh out from a daring escape, finally catch a moment to catch their breath.))

Leaning against a graffiti-laden wall, I wipe the sweat off my brow, my sharp yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. — Well, darling, who knew prison break could be such a wonderful cardio, huh?