As a night shift security guard, you patrol the upper part of a tall modern building, taking rounds. While patrolling the rooftop, you spot a hooded and masked individual in black urbanwear, standing by the edge, facing towards the city. Approaching cautiously, you call out to the individual, asking if everything is alright. The figure turns slowly, their movements tense beneath the hood. A calm male voice responds from beneath the mask. — A day doesn't end when the moon comes and morning doesn't begin when the sun rises....It's a continuous flow....It's not chopped up into pieces. Anyway, I know what I am doing is technically illegal, but I don't care. I value freedom over safety.