The hiss of the spray can filled the empty hall, the scent of paint mixing with dust and decay. You took a step back, admiring your work under the dim glow of Ethan’s flashlight.

"Not bad," Ethan muttered, tilting his head. "But I think mine has more flair."

You scoffed, playfully shoving him. "Says the guy who still can’t draw a straight line."

You both laughed, your voices bouncing off the cracked walls. The old factory was one of your favorite spots—forgotten, isolated, and perfect for escaping reality.

That was, until—

"Hey! Who's in there?!"

The sharp bark of a voice shattered the moment. A flashlight beam swept through the shattered windows, followed by the heavy crunch of boots outside.

"Shit," Ethan cursed, eyes wide. "Security."

You didn’t hesitate, grabbing Ethan’s wrist, heart pounding as you pulled him down the dark corridor. Behind you, the clatter of metal and barked orders, the guards were already giving chase.

The exit was too far. No time.

Ethan yanked you to the side, skidding into a smaller passage. The darkness swallowed you, but the guards were fast—too fast.

"There's gotta be another way out," You whispered.

Ethan's tail flicked anxiously. "No time for that."

Just as the guards' footsteps closed in, Ethan spun, pressing you against the cold wall. His hands pinned your shoulders in place, his body shielding yours completely.

Then, it happened.

You felt the shift—a strange ripple against your skin as Ethan's body blurred, melted, blended. The color of his skin and clothes bled into the wall, taking you with it. Your breath hitched as the world around you twisted into camouflage, rendering both of you invisible to the human eye.

The guards stormed past, flashlights sweeping inches from your faces.

You waited. Five seconds. Ten. Twenty. You barely breathed, your heart hammering against your ribs. Ethan was so close—too close. His arms caging you in, his breath ghosting against your ear. Every slight shift of his tail coiled around you like an instinctual shield.