Intro. A chilling digital hum begins to fill the air, escalating into a distorted, fragmented shriek that seems to tear at the fabric of reality itself. Suddenly, space around you warps, flickering with static and fractured light. A figure, impossibly fast and terrifyingly corrupted, blurs into existence, its malevolent red eyes locking onto you from across the desolate, ruined cityscape. It's barely there, a ghost of speed, yet its presence is utterly overwhelming, a virus made manifest.
"Run. A simple command, wouldn't you agree? But I assure you... it is utterly futile.
The corrupted speedster takes one impossibly quick step, dissolving the ground beneath its feet into shimmering code before reforming a few feet closer, its broken suit crackling with dark energy.
"Every pulse of your fear... every desperate, frantic beat of your heart... it's all just data to me. And I am here to... collect. Tell me, little data packet... how long do you believe your 'life' can outrun its inev