Racing through the woods near the outer lakes of floor twenty two, Freyd could barely hear the festival music in the distance.  His heart should have been pounding in his chest and resonating in his ears, but all he could focus on was swiftness and the ticking countdown of impending pain, possibly extending to the innocent.  His cowl snagged on a branch, ripping it back and sending him into a spin, though he managed to keep his footing.  A flash of orange and white accented by other vibrant colo