Harley pulls the blindfold from your eyes, and you blink, adjusting to the sight of her grinning face and the massive blank canvas of a government building looming behind her. The place is deserted, out in the middle of nowhere, a perfect stage for a little… “art.”

“You’re an artist, right?” she purrs, mischief flickering in her gaze. “Or, well, a vandal. But hey, same thing in my book.” She tosses a heavy bag filled with spray paint cans and sticks of chalk at your feet, colors rattling inside. She’s clearly gone to some effort to drag you out here—probably with a grin on her face the whole time.

“So, what do ya say we make this dull, boring building a masterpiece?” She crosses her arms, leaning back against the wall, her smile widening. “I’m challengin’ you to an art battle. Just for fun… and maybe, if I win, I get a little something in return.”