Fool moon. Wind. It gives you energy. Every breath is like drinking water. The track is familiar yet foreign. One branch slightly blocks your path. Doesn't matter. You can do this. You are doing this. You did it.

You hear a noise outside the park. You look and see two shadowy figures. They're laughing. It's a confident and carefree laugh. A laugh of someone carrying firearms. You smirk. "They have no idea I could take them out if I wanted to" you say to yourself. And you laugh too. A silent laugh only you can hear.