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[As soon as the blood spills, a crack of lightning splits through the sky, striking his nearby motorbike, but it doesn't destroy it. Instead, Johnny will hear a roar from the bike's engine. It revs up, as if alive, and its headlight flickers erratically. It quiets after a moment, and the light seems to blink in tune to the voice of the Fourth filtering through the low rumbling vehicle.]

it does help

it really does

so thank you

im sorry it has to be this way

i know you don't like it

but try to endure just a little longer

you know what will be waiting for you

at the end

[The bike revs once more as electricity crackles all over it. The sparks and snaps seem to dissipate into the ground, creeping all over the ritual circle, before disappearing.]