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You run as fast as your exhausted body can carry you, the muscles in you legs feel like jelly, you want to drop to the ground but you won't; he will catch up if you do. His hands are stained Red and his face covered in soot. Is... is the music getting closer? the horrifying music is so loud, your lungs burn and yet you keep running. And yet he's gaining on you, the clop clop clop of hooves making it apperant that he is on horse back.
You risk a look behind you, he's so close- you try getting your legs to run faster, but you just can't. He catches up.
"Buy at boatem" mumbo jumbo states to you, throwing confetti and a flier at you.
You scream in horror.