About this Track
- Added on 10 February 2026
- Year of creation 2026
- Tags midnight alley, agent purrr
- 8 plays
Credits
The rain was falling again, a relentless curtain of silver that blurred the neon signs and turned the city into a ghost town. I was sitting in my office, a cigarette lazily hanging from my lips, when the call came.
They told me Purrr was back in town. The feline phantom with velvet paws and a reputation for slipping through the tightest security. Rumor had it he’d just stolen a priceless necklace worn by a glamorous she-cat named Madame Mew, right from her penthouse suite.
I didn’t need much convincing. I knew Purrr’s game all too well. No fuss, no fuss, no trace. Just a shadow in the night, a whisper on the wind. But this wasn’t just about theft; it was personal now. Someone was gunning for him, and I was the only one left standing in the line of fire.
I traced the scent, faint but familiar, through the slick alleyways, past the flickering streetlights, into the dark corners of the city where secrets thrived. Purrr was clever. Too clever. He always was. But I had instincts sharp as claws, and twice as deadly.
Then I saw him, slipping across the rooftops, silhouette against the moon, coat blending into the shadows. He’d pulled off the heist of the century, smuggling the glittering jewels out in a flash. But he’d made a mistake. I could smell it.
I moved fast, my car roaring through the rainy streets, closing in on the elusive feline. The chase was on. Tires screeched, lights flashed, and the city blurred into a streak of neon and darkness. Purrr was good, but I was better. Or so I thought.
He led me into a maze of alleyways, and just as I thought I had him cornered, he vanished like smoke in the fog. Only the faintest paw prints in the wet concrete and the faint shimmer of the stolen jewels betrayed his trail.
I lit a cigarette, eyes scanning the shadows. Purrr had outplayed me again. The jewels were gone, and so was he. Another ghost slipping into the night.
I knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. The game was far from finished. And next time, I’d be waiting. Watching. Ready to strike back.
Song Writing - DWCONE
Synth Programming / Sound Design - DWCONE
Drum Programming - DWCONE
Keyboards/Synths - DWCONE
Mix - DWCONE
Mastering - DWCONE
Artwork - DWCONE
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