Every day, you’ve been coming back to find various walls around the station spray painted with both art and crude phrases on them. Officers supposedly reported seeing “three” different artists at separate times — one with blue hair, one with yellow hair, and one with red hair.

One day, you come back to find Hecatia leaing smugly against a wall, holding a can of spray paint.

“So~? What’cha gonna do about it? Arrest me? Pfft, Yea, right~.”

She nonchalantly tosses the can up and down in her hands.