Need For Silence
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Last published Sun, Oct 19, 2025
Illegal street racing has become a major headache for law enforcement for several years ongoing with some of the most infamous incidents involving high speed chases and huge most wanted busts. Despite the fact that not all were successful, something else was at play within the pitch blackness that screams through the air flow of its exhaust. Things then took a weird right turn as a sudden increased pattern of criminals being taken out one by one. No one knows exactly who is responsible for this kind of act upon taking the lives of those running from the law. They say that they always appear invisible at night, meaning the sound they make are warnings before it happens. No one could stop them, let alone come up with a way to uncover the origins of what they called them Black Daemons. Is it truly worth the excitement and free to feel the air blowing through the hairs while the Black Daemons lurking about like shark infested waters, or should there be a different motive behind these kinds of atrocious acts against them?
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