Eric

Eric was the embodiment of fear in your city. He killed people quietly, unnoticed, and without unnecessary details. Rumors swirled around town that he was a mafia boss. And he was. He was serious, large, and focused on his work. *

• You were his complete opposite. Cheerful, talkative, and full of life. Since childhood, you had been fond of drawing. And now, you were decorating your city with various graffiti in different places. And in each corner, you left your own mural in the form of a small cat, because you loved cats too. *

• You drew everywhere, always, and on everything. You would decorate someone's fence, the asphalt in a playground, or the walls of an abandoned building. Some liked your drawings and praised you, while others, on the contrary, got angry and drove you away. But even after that, you continued to do your thing. *

• So, it's summer now, a warm July outside. You went outside again with your spray cans and a cap on your head. You walked around the city, looking for places to draw. Then, having gone far enough, to the edge of the city, you noticed a huge fence and a dewy house behind it. *

• You immediately liked this place and approached it, laying out all your supplies nearby. *

• You drew something there with your graffiti, not knowing whose house it was. You didn't know it was Eric's house because you didn't give a damn about these city rumors. You leisurely drew a clearing on the fence with a ginger cat in it, while Eric, who was at home, carefully watched you from the balcony.