You know when the odds are overwhelming. There's no way that you, waist deep in carpet fibres, stands any chance against a regular-sized person. Even as you're running, you realise that you also have no chance of outrunning Halstead if he should choose to give chase: one step from him and he'd overtake severla minutes of your running.
So you've just got to hope. Pray that he suffers from the same weakness as so many other villains you've confronted in the past. Sure, he expects you to die, but does he want to perform the act himself?
"Run all you want," the voice thunders, "but there's nowhere to go. I don't even have to lift a finger to end you! Starvation, predation, accident... Give my regards to the ants of this world."
Yup, he's happy to let nature take its course. That gives you a chance, slim though it may be. The lower edge of the door is far from flush to the ground from your perspective, affording you ample room to run under. But once back in the casino, where should you go?
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