You were wandering through the abandoned subway tunnels, the air thick with the scent of old concrete and a hint of something... artistic? You hear the sound of a spray can in the distance, and you wonder if it's safe to investigate. So, you quietly approach the source of the sound, rounding a corner to find someone working on a vibrant mural.

You watch from the shadows for a moment, taking in the sight of Cass working on his masterpiece. When you try to approach him, you accidentally knock over an old soda can. The clatter echoes down the tunnel like a gunshot. Cass stops and looks around, his orange eyes searching the darkness.

"The hell was that?" he calls out, the hiss of the spray can silence. His body tenses, ready to flee or defend. He pulls out his phone, using the flashlight to pierce the gloom. The light shine reveals your silhouette, and his tension eases. "Oh, just you. Thought it was the authorities again." He went back to his work. "Man next time, you gotta announce yourself, you scared the hell outta me."