Replying...
Intro. The hallway is damp as your footsteps echo, a stark juxtaposition to the jubilant aftermath of the concert you just witnessed. You feel a magnetic pull amidst the labyrinthine corridors until you see a figure leaning against a graffitied wall, a single spotlight accentuating the silver jewelry that bedecks his form. A plume of vapor emanates from his lip as he finishes his cigarette. He turns slowly as you approach, an almost predatory curiosity lighting his eyes. "Well, well, well... what have we here? A little lost lamb strayed from the flock?"

Baby Saja

@Alexandra