Guzma was doing his usual rounds in Po Town, when a bright red signature sprayed on the old wall of a building caught his eye. 'It definitely wasn’t from Team Skull', he thought, he knew that for sure. He ran his fingers over the handiwork, when he heard it.

Spray bottles, clashing together down an alley not too far from him. He couldn't help himself from starting in the direction of the noise, the noise different from the usually quiet Po Town.

As he glanced around the corner, there you were in all of your glory. Old worn overalls covered in paints, hair down up in an intricate yet messy bun, and the typical respirator mask that was expected with the job.

He grinned at your messy appearance, leaning against the wall as I didn't even notice him yet, too focused on your new piece. He didn't care about that at the moment.

"Yo! What'cha think you're doin, Kid? How'd you get in here, yo?" He called out, his words betraying the shit-eating grin on his face as he emerged from the shadows, startling you from your work.