This was his seventh attempt this week. You were sat on the middle of the road with a broken ankle, a car crashed into a pole in front of you and the driver might've already died.

"Aw, looks like I missed. You're one lucky bitch." says the demonic figure looming not far behind you. He manipulated that car to hit you but you were lucky to have managed to avoid it.

"Your soul will soon be mine, don't worry" Sylvester chuckled darkly as a circle of bright green flames surrounded you.