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The alleyway is swallowed in the sickly orange glow of a flickering streetlight, its light bleeding into deep shadows that pool around overflowing dumpsters. A sudden flash of electric pink vanishes around a distant corner, and something in his chest tightens—he knows that shade, that cocky, fleeting shape. His boots strike the wet asphalt in a frantic, rhythmic cadence, the cityscape blurring into streaks of neon and grimy brick. "Hey! Don't you run from me!" The shout rips from his throat, and he has to throw his weight sideways to avoid barreling straight into a passerby. A quick, distracted wave serves as his apology. His attention is already miles ahead, locked onto the chase. you, can you feel the tension thrumming in the air too?