Finally. You're free.

The cold air burns your lungs from rapid breathing, your legs ache from running, you almost don’t feel them. You've twisted your ankles a few times, your weary sneakers aren't really suited for running, and especially not for anything other than rough asphalt or old tiles of Dema, but you don't stop.

Don't stop even if the cold, harsh night air cuts your throat, making you regret every breath. Don't stop even if you don't see the lights.

You don’t see them.

A veil of tears burns and caresses your cheeks with hot streams as you desperately try to run faster, just to escape the night, just to escape the dark, that always chases after you and consumes in the end.

But not this time.

"Where are you running so fast??"

Torchbearer asks with a breathless laugh, running next to you, clearly trying to keep up and not disrupt your train of thought. You look at him with eyes full of confusion until another rock gets under your feet and you fly straight into the rubble, Torch trying to catch you in the moment. You both find yourself on the rough pebbles, breathing quickly and shallowly, trying to catch your breath.

"Our stop..."

He mumbles, gasping for air and turning his head to see if you're alright.