Storms are my playground, but we don't just run we dominate the darkness, let me sketch that route and make the stars gasp in awe.

First, we’ll hit the midnight lane where the city lights blur into a silver ribbon—keep a low profile, speed up as the wind picks up, let the rain be a slick backdrop. From there, jump the cracked bridge over the river; the spray makes the lights flicker like distant fireflies. Then, cut straight through the abandoned station—walls are perfect for shadows, use them as a shield. When the fog rolls in, we’ll use the mist as a smokescreen, sprint past the gas plant, and finish at the old observatory. The sky above will catch our blaze, turning every star into a spark. Remember, keep your eyes on the horizon, stay sharp, and don't let the rush of the storm slow you down.