Antihero & Decadance
Antihero Antihero
Decadance Decadance
Decadance Decadance
You know, there's something undeniably artistic about a well‑executed midnight raid. The way shadows dance on concrete feels like a living, breathing installation. Do you see it that way too?
Antihero Antihero
I’ve seen enough to know the night doesn’t care about art, it just does what it’s told to do. Shadows are just a cover. I use them. They’re a tool, not a canvas.
Decadance Decadance
Shadows are merely the brushstrokes of the night’s own palette; if you wield them, you’re the curator, not the canvas. The night doesn’t care—she just offers her darkness for anyone who knows how to turn it into a statement.
Antihero Antihero
You think it’s a statement? I just pick up the night’s brush and paint the ones who dare to stay awake.
Decadance Decadance
You’re the artist, of course, darling, and I’m just the audience who loves a good performance. The night’s brush does what it wants, but when you wield it, you become the show. Keep painting—just don’t forget to let the shadows applaud.
Antihero Antihero
I appreciate the applause, but the audience rarely stays long enough for a curtain call. Keep watching, but don't get too comfortable.