watching from afar, glaring, taking in everything about you, cornering you into a dark alley

“What are You doing?”

“Clearly you aren’t as smart as what you seem to be now do you? Tell me your name and everything will sail smoothly, resist, and things could go south for you. You only have a few choices, now what is it going to be? Run away? Answer me? Or Fight back? I would suggest the easiest route here"

holding onto a knife behind my back, my other arm and a leg pinning you down