The obsidian droplets running down the concrete wall had confirmed your worst fears – he was after you. A game of cat and mouse, with a spray can of paint in hand. Your previous message had been covered in a sticky black layer, and his signature silver mark was sprayed right under the bar.

The sound of footsteps approaching, the crunching gravel under their feet made your hairs stand on end.

“I found you.” His voice was surprisingly deep, and had a raw, rough edge to it. Turning around to face the perpetrator wasn’t exactly an option at this point, and running would most likely be futile – fear paralyzed you.

“Now I can finally teach a lesson to the one who’s been erasing my logos all this time.” You felt a tug on your vest, and then the thud of your back against the graffitied backdrop. You were met with sleepy, sharp eyes.

“I’m going to you up.”