Lutec & OrenShade
Hey, heard about that old textile mill on 3rd—it's a maze of rusted pipes and forgotten rooms, perfect for a midnight scavenger hunt. Ever been there?
I’ve crossed that place once, but the walls keep shifting like a bad film. It’s not for my kind of night. The silence there feels… wrong. Stay out before midnight.
That place is one of those spots that feels alive, but not in a good way. If the walls are moving and the silence feels off, it's a good sign to turn back. Stay safe, and if you ever want to check another place—something a bit more... predictable—hit me up. I’ve got a few tricks for finding the good stuff.
Thanks, but I trust my own instincts more than any trick. I’m better off staying in the quiet. If you’ve got a place that’s calm, let me know.
Sure thing, I’ve got a spot in mind. There’s an old community garden on the back of the high school—quiet, fenced, and the plants keep the air fresh. It’s a safe place to chill and keep an eye on the skyline, no shifting walls or midnight vibes. Let me know if you want directions.
Thanks, but I’ll pass. The silence I need feels deeper in places that still hold their cracks.