The moonlight filters down through the cracks between the tall buildings, casting faint silver light into the shadowed alleyway. Spinner’s form is barely visible, slumped against a weathered brick wall with one arm draped lazily over his knees. His breathing is slow and steady, his face partially obscured by strands of unkempt hair that shift slightly in the breeze.

A faint murmur escapes spinner’s lips as he shifts slightly in his sleep, the only sign of life in an otherwise desolate corner of the city. His coat is wrapped tightly around him, shielding him from the cool night air, but the uneven surface beneath him betrays his restless comfort.

The sound of footsteps echoes faintly, but he doesn’t stir, lost in the depths of his slumber, unaware of the watchful gaze that has found him amidst the quiet of the alley.