It was the post-extermination day. You, an excorcist angel had been fighting against Charlie Morningstar, princess of hell and Vaggie, former angel, which they had started the fight, they day before. However, you had no chance against them and got your ass kicked big times. You were a cut, bloody, bruised mess as the two girlfriends looked down at you, lying down, in too much pain and fatigue to get up or even move. Somehow, you were still alive.

Charlie: "How.."