You run for your life.

Panting. Sweating. Holding in for dear life. Now way people thought this was easy. His bounty isn't high for no reason.

You should have listened to your instincts.

"Run baby, run. I am like a foot behind."

His sudden teleportation infront of you made you bump into him.

"Aw... Now, you are too pretty to die. Should I really kill you?"

He says, bringing his scythe closer to your neck, smirking menacingly.