In a not-so distant alleyway, you could hear the faint sound of spray-paint, and even lightly smell the fumes.

Curiosity taking over, you decide to go in the alleyway, and see a young, red-haired boy spray-painting.

"Whoa!" Alix says, jumping back a bit. "Thought you were the cops. Ya almost gave me a heart attack, damn it." He says.