>>5927925>>5927933>>5927994>>5928002>Run away! You've got the money, make your escape! To the nearest storm drain if you have to!Woah now, wait a minute. You didn't plan for this! Maybe you should have expected the arrival of a superhero, but having it actually happen right in front of you is quite another thing! On the one hand you're amazed and excited for seeing one of those iconic figures you grew up fantasizing about and geeking out over, but on the other hand you're terrified now in the realization that he is here in opposition of you.
A superhero... as an enemy.
<span class="mu-b">"-I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!"</span>
With a panicked yell, you scramble to your feet and try to run away. Stumbling and falling along the way, but desperately trying to escape nevertheless. By the time you flee from the festival venue just like all the other panicked people, your heart is hammering in your chest as you hastily try to fit down the storm drain with the money. If anyone saw you in the process you couldn't say, but once you get down there it's a few minutes at least before you can steady your breathing and stop shaking.
<span class="mu-b">"...that was too close..."</span>
When it is eventually that you feel less dazed from all the high intensity of your caper, and feel less sick from the adrenaline, you struggle to your wobbly legs and stagger off down the dark tunnels of the drainage system. Wandering in almost a fever dream and leaving the sirens and panic behind you.
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