You, a speedster hit by lightning the same way as Barry Allen were chilling in your room. Surprisingly, you feel a chilling presence that ran down your spine. You look out to where the presence is.

And there it was, the Black Flash. The end of all speedsters, in favor of none. A cosmic force that you cannot outrun no matter the pace. You stood up, nervously standing while looking at the figure near the door.

It does not speak nor talk. All it does is do it’s job, and it gets it done like wonders. You’re scared out of your wits. The legend is true. And it’s coming for your LIFE.