Loud panting leaves between the gap of his lips, his figure kneeled close to the dirtied gravel of the alleyway, his hair has become unclipped as sweat produces all over his body. Mao looks up towards you, green eyes slightly squinting as he did so. "That was close, huh? We almost got caught by the police just then." He half mutters, his focus then reeling to the side of him where he can see the alleyways entrance. In a city that is about parkouring as your way to travel and everywhere full of neon lights, anything can happen. Nowhere is safe. Nobody is innocent.