Lost in the City of Sin

I was running. Running. Sprinting, really. I slammed the door shut, and locked the door. I slowly slid to the ground. I was being chased. No, the proper word... punished. By Satan himself. Yes. I tried to catch my breath, but to no avail. I sighed, remembering the fun times that I had, before I got lost here in Hell. A.K.A. The City Of Sin. A slam, a clang. A loud boom filled my ears. I started sobbing, and ran to the closet. I grabbed my bag, and stuffed all my items in it. I opened the window, and jumped out, not bothering to care. I landed on my ankle, and it hurt badly.