They are on my heels.
I run through the streets as if there is no tomorrow, I need to escape to save myself, I turn to my pursuers, they are not people, they are formless entities, there are two, one in front of the other.
The first is War, a black cloud with human form, it had reddish touches that are noticeable, a violent entity with a thirst for blood, the other, is only waiting for the exact moment to attack, he can finish it at any time he wants, it is Death, a most mysterious entity, is represented like a black cloud with human form that follows me from afar.
From so much noticing my pursuers I end up almost colliding with a child, I manage to dodge it, I turn around again and see that Death and War are closer, War is already close enough to start fanning trying to reach me.
Then, Death makes its move, it jumps onto War back and propels himself towards me i'm scared, it falls just behind me and reaches me.
Surprisingly, they just continue running after looking at me once, then i remember why i was running from them both.
-Shit, we were in a race-
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Prologue. end.
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