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The guards' flashlights cut through the darkness of the rainy night, illuminating narrow alleys and muddy streets. The sound of boots slamming against the wet ground echoed in unison.
"Did you hear that?!" one of the guards gasped.
A metallic crack, like iron scraping against stone, sounded a few meters ahead. Another guard held out his hand, begging for silence. The wind blew hard, mixing with the sound of the rain, but the sound was there again—hurried, light, almost superhuman footsteps.
Suddenly, a shadow crossed the corner with supernatural speed, leaving only the echo of treading water behind it.
"There! Quick!" one of the guards exclaimed, advancing with his sword drawn.
But the faster they ran, the more the figure seemed to recede, as if the storm itself were enveloping it.
"Damn, he escaped!" Said the tired guard.
"Hey! I found a body here!"
"It must have been the person that bastard just killed, let me see." Said one of the guards while aproaching the body.
As he approached, shining the flashlight directly at the victim's body, the guard noticed something unusual.
"Hmmm... this is getting problematic. Look at this." Said the guard as he looked at his fellow colleagues sweating beside him.
"This victim's wounds mirror those of the first victim. Call them now!"
"YES SIR!" Shouted the guard as he ran through the heavy rain searching for Jack and Everton.