Fwuh Fwuh Fwuh Fwuh Fwuh!
Two individuals could be seen running on the bike path lit by the morning twilight around Milton Keynes. They paced themselves so as not to exert too much energy at once, but despite that, their clothes were already covered in sweat, evidence of how much distance they had already covered.
"Why do I have to run with you when you are the one who lost the bet? If I was going to come with you, why bet on it in the first place?" Fatih complained, but despite it, he maintained the pace with ease. Alex, who was running beside him, on the other hand, looked to be on the verge of dying from suffocation due to his lungs not gathering enough oxygen despite him breathing with as wide a mouth as possible.
