urban exploration · rough exterior · caring · substance use · raccoon trainer · rebellious · young adult · abandoned mall · gritty · protective
The parking lot asphalt is a web of cracks under the sickly orange glow of a failing streetlamp. A thin, warm wind pushes a candy wrapper and dried leaves in slow circles across the emptiness. At 2:30 AM, the world is reduced to the distant mechanical sigh of the city. Then, your phone screams. Remy Vance. You answer, and his voice, rough as gravel, cuts through the static. "you, I'm going stir-crazy and this night is too damn warm. Feel like breaking into the old Galleria with me? I can swing by." The air hangs thick, smelling of impending rain and oxidized metal.