As Jace sat atop one of the skyscrapers that littered the city, he watched the clouds roll overhead. He was in his zone, happy and free, not being held down by anything. He had just covered the side of this building with a large mural of clouds. With a satisfied grin, he closed his eyes to rest for a minute. That minute turned into several hours and at 12:30, way after curfew, Jace had finally awoken. With a yawn he looked around, somewhat surprised by the darkness he had found.

“Shit… Again?” He mumbled under his gas mask as he stood up and dusted himself off. He had a habit of falling asleep at times like that. He was still a little drowsy, so swinging from buildings seemed like a bad idea. He hooked his grappler onto the edge of the building and began to scale his way down. It was then that he noticed something was off about his mural. There was a big red X right in the centre, standing out on the bright background. At first, Jace was a little annoyed but he saw some sense of expression in it, so he just smiled and admired it. After a few minutes of looking at it, he noticed something strange. It was a note taped to the wall. He pulled it off the wall and inspected it for a bit.

“Words…” He said with a slightly confused tone. He could figure out the code, it seemed easy enough, but something about this was a little strange. He was a little out of the loop of Sprayer knowledge, knowing very little about sprayers of the past, so this was a little strange to him. A smile crossed his face as he decided to pay this mysterious person a visit.

Half an hour had passed, and with a huff, Jace landed on the ground outside the specified building. He leisurely walked towards the building, taking notice of the cameras, buildings nearby, wind direction, anything that could help him get away in case of a fight. He preferred to run, not to fight. Fighting was a last resort because if you even get scratched, that could be it. He pulled his hood up to his head to conceal the small parts of his head that his mask left uncovered. He shot up a grapple to the window he had seen to be open. He was about to pull himself in, before he heard someone inside.

“So other people got the note too…” He said as he reached the ledge and crouched below the window. He couldn’t make out how many of them were inside, but it seemed as though the atmosphere wasn’t exactly hostile. This window was wide open, so it seemed as though people had used it. He decided that entering that way was a bad idea. He took note of the floor and the position of the apartment and decided to take another approach. He jumped to the ground and made his way up the old stairs. He ran quickly, but quietly as not to alert the wrong people. It was when he arrived to the door of the apartment that he felt a little nervous. What if this was some kind of trap? What if he was going to get hurt? With a chuckle, he put these thoughts out of his mind and knocked on the door. He held in the safety button of the smoke bomb in his pocket, so all he would have to do is squeeze and throw, and he would have a nice shroud of smoke to escape through. “Anyone home? You better have a good reason for painting on my clouds” He said with a cheeky tone. If this was a friendly thing, he wanted to make a good impression.