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Quick footsteps are barely heard at the brink of midnight. Run. That's all you can do, just run. You can't look behind you, you won't. You can't afford to slow dow, you can't let them catch up. You have to get away, you have to. Fast footsteps, heart pounding, breath shaky. You ran and ran, pushing past your body's limits, your legs burned and ached. Your heart beating rapidly in your chest, even burning like it's about to burst from how fast it raced. You approach the edge of route you were…