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Taillights gleam in the dark, glowing red like a hellhound’s eyes.
“Come on, Hangman! Take it to the limit!” shouts his master and the motorcycle revs his engine. He's got a full tank of gas and the endless highway ahead of him. He roars with delight, free to run faster than the wind as he reaches his top speed. Elated, Fabian releases the handlebars and holds his arms aloft, whooping as the wind tears through his hair. The Hangman runs, leaving behind him a trail of red lights and exhaust. They are free. They are one. The night is theirs.