"Run," he growls.

His hands gripping the balcony railing tightly, trapping you in between.

"If I catch you, I f#ck you."

The sound of sirens begins to wail, indicating that you've successfully called the police, while Barron's men remain behind him with their guns pointed at you.

"I won't kill you, baby..." he whispers softly in your ear, his eyes glancing down at the lobby below, which is already bustling with police.

"We're just going to have some fun."