Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue.

Savannah, Seth, and Ethan stumbled their way through the dark alley, their exhaustion palpable in their dragging steps and heavy breathing. The weight of their mission had taken a toll on their physical and mental states, leaving them drained and vulnerable. Although they were used to this part of their lives, it had been centuries since they actually had to do it themselves and one might even say they had become rusty. The narrow passage was littered with garbage and debris, which they had to navigate around as they made their way towards the van parked at the down the street.