Ah!
The woman who fell in terror let out a scream, writhing in pain as a steel nail pierced through the sole of her shoe and impaled her right foot, causing her to fall to the ground again.
"No, I don't want to die yet, help me!"
The sound of the car engine behind her was like the footsteps of the approaching Death God, becoming clearer as the blinding headlights drew closer.
The man in the car got out, looking slightly displeased, and urged her.
"Run?"
"Why aren't you running? It's just one leg, you still have the other leg and two hands, now, keep going..."
The man in the black suit raised his right arm, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and just as the second hand was about to complete a circle, he spoke with a smile, "There are five minutes left until nine o'clock, I'll give you another chance."
Finishing his sentence, the second hand just passed the number 12, with perfect timing.
