Jeremy swiveled around at the voice, searching not only for the source of the voice, but what was on the walls, around the area. Trying to find something he could fling in the way, or use to evade capture.
Part of him hopes that it's the Boros after him. He'd welcome them. He'd have a few more defenders, then.
He moved quickly south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the canal to the west, and possibly the docks. That last encounter was way too close. He wanted so badly to get off the streets. He could no longer control his breath, and it was coming in short, sharp gasps.
The standing man gestures to Jeremy. "Please, don't make this any harder on yourself than you must." He said calmly. "My friend here can attest to the fact that the hard way is most certainly not worth it." As Jeremy looks, he notices something...something strange about the levitating person...
"See for yourself." The man says. The figure drifts closer, when suddenly, realization washes over Jeremy. It was the man who tried to mug him. His face was upturned, and his eyes rolled deeply beck into his head. His mouth is drooling as it opens and closes mindlessly, like a fish out of water.
The man then turned to the figure floating near him, who promptly began howling in what could only be unimaginable agony. "Boy, do not think I am above reaching past your pitiful defenses, and scooping out the information I desire. You have no idea the power you are dealing with."