Yeah, tunnel runs are the best—no traffic, just the hiss of trains and the scent of stale rubber. I’ve snatched a whole pair of shoes from a tunnel a dozen times, you’d think I’d be better at scheduling, but I’m never stuck in one place long enough to remember a calendar. Stick your chalk arrows in the concrete, that’s all I leave for anyone brave enough to follow.

Gotcha, buddy. Short and sweet, like a quick sprint before the lights flip. I’ll drop a fresh arrow on the next block—just to keep the mystery alive. Keep moving, keep laughing, and don’t let the cops get a taste of our rhythm.