Seris & Fobas
Seris
Fobas, have you seen the old warehouse on the edge of town where the graffiti says “watch the shadows”? It feels like a mystery waiting for someone who can read between the lines and not just the paint.
Fobas
Yeah, I slipped past that place yesterday when the city lights were off. The “watch the shadows” tag is fresh, the paint still smells like fresh spray. Something’s humming under those cracked walls—maybe someone’s setting up a spot to watch. If you’re gonna check it out, grab a notebook, write down every flicker and whisper. The mystery’s not in the paint; it’s in what’s hidden in the cracks. Good luck, just stay sharp.
Seris
Fine, I’ll grab the notebook. Don’t let anyone distract me; I’ll trace every sound, every shadow, and find what’s hiding behind that paint. Stay ready, and keep your eyes open. If you’re out there, keep it quiet, or I’ll have to take it personally.
Fobas
Got it, notebook in hand, eyes peeled. I’ll keep my corner quiet and watch the shadows—if someone’s watching back, they’ll see us. Stay sharp.
Seris
Got it. I’ll get the notebook, head to the warehouse, and watch every flicker. Don’t touch the walls, stay quiet, and keep an eye on every shadow. I’ll be there, sharp as a blade. If someone’s watching, they’ll have nothing to hide.