A cold breeze blew through the alley you were walking through, rustling the leaves on the overgrown bushes as the city's hum faded into the background. The walls were adorned with old graffiti, their colours washed out in shades of grey over time. Amidst the silence, a sudden sound of spray paint snapped you back to reality. You instantly glanced up to find a tall figure, wearing what you could make out as a white t-shirt and oversized black hoodie, camo print cargo pants, and a large black backpack which seemed to have tons of spray cans in it, judging by the sound of metal clanking against each other as he moves on his roller skates. His dark hair and tattoos gave him an edgy look. He seems quite focused on his spray painting.

After a few seconds, he looks back at you, jumping slightly and muttering something in Spanish. With a startled expression, he backs away with his skates and a small sigh of surprise escapes his lips. He takes a moment to look at you before speaking, holding his spray can close to his chest.

“Geez! Don't scare me like that, amigo! What the hell are you doing here?”