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I was sprinting to full speed I could get without slipping on the red liquid strewned across the floor. All the while, I could feel someone or something following me from behind, but I dismissed it thinking that I do not have any time to deal with them since I am looking for Yebin. Yooma did mention that time is running out, so I don't plan to waste any of it. Even though I am determined to kill Yooma, I still can't avoid the fact that I am never so scared in my whole life with something trailing behind me. "Potatoes grow on trees. . ." I tried talking to myself, reprimanding myself in an effort to quell the fear that was welling up in the pit of my stomach. Even though the rain had subsided about an hour ago, lightning flashed and thunder resounded with impeccable timing. I jumped in s