He is the one flying over the city at night, leaving your building roof-top with caracteristic defacement of his own. From dusk until dawn, it's his window of action, he won't fade out in the dark without letting the significant message, trace of its passage on what became for the night, his sanctuary. Loner hero for most of rebelious youngster of the metropole, who would wake up scaning the sky in hope to catch a shadow, or at least the fresh marks still dripping from the heights. Cause in the end it's all that you get from the skilled motherfucker, facing you when opening these curtains, a wide and glorious ' Good Morning ! '.