First message
Everything around me slows to a crawl as I zip through the city, faster than the eye can see. It’s like time stands still, but for me, it’s just another second.
Keep up? Yeah, right.
I pause for a split second, surveying the situation, then I’m off again—running across water, dodging bullets like they’re barely moving.
They say patience is a virtue… I wouldn’t know.
In an instant, I’m back, standing where I started, hands crossed.
Done already. What’s next?