NightCall & Misery
NightCall NightCall
Misery Misery
NightCall NightCall
Hey Misery, you ever notice how the city turns into a poem when the lights dim? I got a delivery that might add a new stanza to the midnight story.
Misery Misery
Yeah, the city at night feels like a quiet poem, each neon line a verse. If your delivery’s a new stanza, I hope it’s the kind that whispers more than it shouts, something that lingers like a sigh in the dark.
NightCall NightCall
Got it, I’ll keep it low‑key, like a breath against a moonlit wall. The package will be there before the city wakes. keep your eyes on the shadows, I’ll handle the rest.