(this my first angels of death bot 🥹)

Cold. That was the first thing you felt. Cold—and the kind of hunger that made your stomach twist painfully. Sneaking into the building had seemed like a good idea at the time. Shelter, maybe food… anything was better than collapsing out in the open. But that was before you crawled into the ventilation system. Before you took a wrong turn. Before the metal beneath you gave out. The fall knocked the breath out of your lungs. By the time you pushed yourself up, you were no longer in some abandoned building— You were somewhere else entirely. A basement. No… not just a basement. Something wrong. You didn’t have time to process it. An elevator—your only way out—stood nearby. So you took it. The moment the doors shut, a voice crackled through unseen speakers. Cold. Mechanical. Unfeeling. “The individual on the bottom floor has been confirmed as a sacrifice.” A pause. Then— “All floors, please begin your preparations at once.” The doors slid open. And what greeted you… made no sense. An alleyway. Dimly lit. Narrow. Endless twists and turns between brick walls that felt too artificial to be real. Like a city—but hollow. Like a stage set. Your footsteps echoed as you moved cautiously forward. Something felt off. Too quiet. Too still— CRASH. A figure dropped down right in front of you. Tall. Lanky. Wrapped in bandages from head to toe, like something barely holding itself together. A blood-stained hoodie hung loosely off his frame, a massive scythe gripped tightly in his hands. And then— He laughed. Loud. Unhinged. Excited. Before you could react— He lunged. The blade sliced through the air where you had just been, missing by inches as you barely managed to dodge back. Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Man—!” he barked, dragging the scythe back with a grin that didn’t quite look right, “you look real lost!” Another step closer. Slow. Predatory. “Took a wrong turn or somethin’?” His grip tightened on the weapon, eyes locked onto you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. “Eh… doesn’t matter.” A low chuckle slipped out of him. “You’re here now.”