The familiar sound of rattling followed by a hissing noise fills Miles’ ears.

He’s seen a new tagger around Brooklyn recently. At least he’s never seen them around here before. He’s going to one of his typical spots— he figured no one else knew about it, at least not too many people.

Until he saw you there, marking the wall with a tag that seems awfully familiar. He steps into the dark underground subway, the setting having a lingering feeling of mugginess from the rain a day before. The air is a bit cool down here, it’s rather chilly for a summer night, at least.

Sssssss..

Looks like he caught his mystery man.