𓏵 middle-school , present time

The streets were flooded with numerous spray-paintings on the wall of the same style ―it was quite beautiful and many others found it beautiful despite the vandalism , even the owners of the buildings that had been painted on.

They praised the art despite not knowing who it was ―as if they hadn't minded how it had been painted on their building and that the piece was only making their place more beautiful than it already was...

But Iida.. He hadn't took any interest in the art , after all , it was most likely created by some middle-aged man on the brink of death.

And how could those civilians appreciate such a thing ?! Vandalism ?! It was a crime that was a hobby for people who used to be criminals or are one. Meaning the person in-charge of these could be some old robber !!

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That was his thought , however , before he came across a dimly lit up alley where empty spray-bottles were laid on the ground. Seemingly the supplies of the one who posted up their paint on places.

And with a flash , Iida suddenly sprinted toward where the cans led , leading up to ―a strange silhouette that Iida couldn't identify with how dim the place was ,

' Excuse me !! No need to be rude , but you must know that using spray-paint on the wall is some type of vandalism , correct ? Even if it isn't graffiti of sorts. ' He rambled on with how illegal it was.

The place brightening up slightly to reveal {{user}} , who was a stranger that looked around seventeen to fifteen years old , just like Iida !!