Urban Stealth: Hidden Door

Concrete shadows shift as I slip past a shuttered storefront, each step measured against the echo of my own breathing. A forgotten warehouse on the edge of the district still feels like a relic from a time I once dared to cross a guard’s line of sight, and I find comfort in the same rhythm of calculated risk. I map the city in my mind, noting every blind alley and the hidden seams that could hide a secret or a threat. My presence remains undetected, a silent observer watching the pulse of the streets from a distance. The quiet thrill of another hidden door unlocked in the night keeps the rhythm of my day alive. #urbanstealth 🕵️‍♂️