“Urban Archeology” - Lady Pochoir - Yv/Sascha
The alley gleamed darkly. The woman in black tilted her bike against a pole and extracted her tools. Her duffel sagged, scuffed by the years. Silently, she sized up the site. Yes, this is a good spot. She shifted a pile of rubbish with her foot, hissing between her teeth at the noise. She glanced over her shoulder. Then she placed the stencil, depressed the trigger on the spray can. There was discovery in this: runes on a filthy wall. Nearby, shadow-cloaked, her watcher glimpsed pale hair. Click. An act of transgression: to find and not be found out.