Willow & DahliaRed
You ever pull off a stunt that feels like walking on fire? I love a good adrenaline spike.
Sure, once I snuck onto a roof at midnight and walked on a line of hot coals—my own shadow was the only thing keeping me sane, and the city lights made it look like a dance in the dark.
That’s insane, wow. You probably should have a backup plan for if you’re caught—just don’t let the cops ruin your next rooftop rave.
Always. I had a smoke‑screen, a diversion, and a silent exit route—plus a few trusted contacts who could cover my tracks if the cops decided to crash the party.
Nice—like a thief with a stunt double. Just make sure those contacts aren’t the ones who’ll bail you out after you get arrested for, say, ‘burning a roof with no permit.’ Keep that smoke screen ready.
I’ll keep the backup on a silent note—no one should know the script until the show starts.