IC: The killer stares at them.
He pulls at the black coat, as if rummaging thru something in it.
"Neither of you seem to understand where you are. You're in hell. This is hell. Perhaps not as creative or horrific as the conventional one, but just think for a second."
"You're in a small, enclosed room, with someone you keep pissing off. Someone who has killed all of you, multiple times, before, and intends on keeping doing so. And you can feel pain."
He withdraws his hand. There is a faint shadowy shape in one hand.
"Abandon any idea of "recruiting" me into your merry fold. You think you're the first to try? Think you'd be the first for me to listen to even if I did? There is no way out. You die and die, and die again, and it never ends."
"Oh and yes Bailey, you did. Good job."