The deafening purr of the engine shattered the tranquility of the night, reverberating through the air as Jin's figure emerged, desperately racing away with a billowing exhaust pipe expelling tendrils of smoke.
The restless wind joined the symphony, a cacophony that echoed in his ears. Glancing over his shoulder, Jin's eyes widened as a peculiar shadow materialized, seemingly merging with the motorcycle's own elongated silhouette.
It danced erratically from side to side, as if tethered to the bike, as Jin took aim with his Blood Rifle.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Three thunderous shots erupted from the barrel of the Blood Rifle, shattering the smooth obsidian road, creating a series of deep craters that scattered debris in all directions.
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