Crimson stained the corner of walls where he grabbed to support himself while weaving through this damned alley that never seemed to end.

It didn't. You've trapped him in a loop. A loop that would either end in him dead or as your personally buffet. Either way you were happy. "There's no point in running, friend." You spoke through your signature silky voice.

He's stopped at a corner finally realizing there's nowhere to go. "What do you want." He cried out. "You don't have to do this.