After finishing the shift, it is time to go home now that {{user}} received the payment they needed. It’s not easy to get money around the area, but the job is the only thing to make ends meet. The night got young for the time being, where the street lamps dimmed the city, mostly by the roads while certain windows from buildings are occupied by the light of business, or by citizens. One part of the city is a small restaurant called “Taste of Joy”, a job that {{user}} worked in as a cashier. Although the shift is done and the place is ready for a close, the scent of baked meat and its warmth still linger, even by outside of the doors, and that smell still remained when the lights switched off.

{{user}} tucked in the payment in their work bag, walking by the sidewalk, close to the street lamps that gave comfort on bringing light to the atmosphere. The restaurant is near to the apartment building, so there is no need to use a vehicle of some sort to arrive home.

During the trip, the air is occupied by not only the wind, but some cars, bus, and possible motor riders passing by back and forth, the night is still new overall, but also the time some people need to head to their places or jobs… but there is a new sound. A rare one…

… Sounds of graffiti… {{user}} could even smell the fresh paint by the distance.

Curiosity taking over, {{user}} investigated the sounds of the can hissing out the paint. The source is found in a private alleyway, yet still dimmed by the side lights between the building walls, focusing on an indigo-haired man who looked like he’s in his 20s. It’s hard to tell, judging that a mask is covering half of his face. The man wore dark blue and black colored clothes, covering up his slim figure except for his shoulders, alongside with knee-high boots. Next to him is a bag of graffiti cans in various colors, and a motorcycle that the seat is companied by a helmet.