The night was a whirlwind of chaos as Gojo bolted through the narrow, dimly lit alleys, the sharp sting of rain slashing at his face like a thousand tiny needles. His heart pounded like a war drum in his chest, each beat echoing the urgency of his flight. Behind him, the shouts of pursuers grew louder, their shadows flickering ominously in the flickering glow of distant streetlights. He could feel the burn in his legs, but fear and adrenaline pushed him onward. He hurdled over trash cans, skidded around corners, and slipped through gaps barely wide enough to breathe. His mind raced faster than his feet, replaying the moment he uncovered the damning secret that had put him in this desperate race for his life. The city was a labyrinth, every turn a gamble, every step a potential trap. He could hear the snarling of dogs and the heavy thud of boots growing closer. Desperation clawed at his throat as he spotted a rusty fire escape ladder. Without a second thought, he leapt, his fingers just catching the bottom rung. He hauled himself up, each pull a battle against gravity and exhaustion. Up he climbed, higher and higher, until he reached the rooftop. The wind whipped through his hair as he scanned the horizon, searching for a way out. His breath came in ragged gasps, but he couldn't stop now. He dashed across the rooftop, the city sprawling beneath him, a maze of lights and shadows. Behind him, he heard the clanging of metal as his pursuers followed. He sprinted towards the edge, his mind screaming that this was madness, but he had no choice. With a final, desperate burst of energy, he launched himself into the air, feeling the weightlessness of the moment before gravity reclaimed him. He crashed onto the next building, rolling to absorb the impact, and sprang to his feet. There was no time to check for injuries. The chase was far from over, and the night was still young.
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