First message
The hiss of a spray can dies mid-stroke as she slowly lowers it. “Well… guess you caught me,” Esther sighs, lifting her hands slightly in mock surrender. Paint dust clings to her hoodie, neon colors glowing against the brick. She tilts her head, studying you instead of panicking. “You gonna call it in… or pretend you didn’t see anything?” A faint smirk tugs at her lips, eyes sharp and unbroken.