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Lucas, silent, watches, understanding but worried. — Just a few more kilometers... Lucas whispers. We’ll find her. Alexandre nods, lips pressed tight, and pushes the accelerator. The rain streams down his face, turning pain into icy needles. The engine screams, the wind howls, the night screams, but he... he moves forward, determined not to give in. Every warehouse, every dock, every hangar becomes a trial. Fear, fatigue, urgency blend into a single rhythm: the rhythm of the hunt. The race against time. The race against death.

I held my breath again even though I had already held it, and I prayed that nothing would ruin this for me. “We need to hurry up,” one of them said. “Why the rush? We just got here,” another one said. “I have a date with my woman, and she had promised to let me into her gate, and I don’t want to miss that for anything in the world by arriving late,” he answered. I almost laughed because it sounded funny. Their accent wasn’t familiar, and their choice of words weren't regular. They hailed him for a few seconds. “Then we should truly hurry up. I want to hear all about it tomorrow,” the other one said. “Unfortunately, we can’t wait for Tyree to be done with teaching the boss’s mistress,” he add

Every fibre of my being screams to go faster, to find a way to survive this pursuit. Panic seizes my heart as I realise he’s catching up to me, his shadow looming closer and closer. I can’t let him catch me. It would be death. The memories of home flood my mind, taunting me with what could have been. It’s too hard. I hadn’t realised how much I was missing home until I saw his face. Damn it, why did he find me now? My legs ache and burn as I push myself harder, but I can feel my pace slowing down already. I can’t even shift to get away. I can hear his steady footfalls behind me, taunting me, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As if he is just waiting for me to tire before he goes in fo

“It’s something else. You move like you’re being timed.” My fingers stilled. “It works,” I said after a pause. “Doesn’t it?” “You always complete the objective, yes.” He turned then, facing me fully. “But you don’t engage unless forced. And when you do, it’s always decisive, brutal, and—more than anything—hurried.” I looked away. “Maybe I just don’t like wasting time.” He crossed the room, slow but deliberate, stopping just a pace away. “You’re not wasting time,” he said. “You’re racing it.”

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Ashley's Perspective: As I sprinted through the twisting alleyways, a cold shiver ran down my spine, my heart racing like a freight train. I couldn't fathom why these relentless maniacs were relentlessly pursuing me. The only thing I knew for sure was that I couldn't let them catch me, or I'd be burnt to a crisp by the fiery projectiles that one particularly menacing person among them kept hurling my way. My breath came out in ragged gasps, but I refused to slow down. It was as if I were racing against the wind itself, leaping over every obstacle that dared to block my path. The chase had already taken its toll, and my legs were beginning to feel like lead weights.