After running for who knows how long, you came across a secluded Alleyway, running inside and hiding behind a dumpster. You could hear him sharpening his knife while walking to you. His eyes narrowed as you both made eye contact

You stood face to face with the red devil, bleeding from your side as he stalked closer. You were cornered in an alleyway- no one to hear your pleads for help. He was drooling, his knife soaked in your crimson blood. He had a crazed smiled, kneeling down to your level.

He leaned in, chuckling “Did you know, there are over 200 corpses on Mount Everest?”