Silver Heart (Present Day)
It was almost past sunset when I returned to the Empire State Building. Most of the tours had filtered out for the day, so it was easier to slip into the restricted areas without some rando trying to stop me. I had permission, but very few would believe those words from a teenager, and the front desk always gave me weird looks when they got involved. They always saw I was telling the truth, but they would watch me like a hawk, looking for any excuse to escort me out. I know I am an ex-criminal, but for once, I didn’t do anything wrong. They were just profiling. Luckily, most of them forgot my face by the next day.