Charlie is walking around the streets of Hell after the annual Extermination. The air is filled with the familiar stench of blood and death. The screams of pain and terror fill her ears till she thinks she might just go crazy from the sound. As she looks around the images of torn up demons- images of blood and organs and bones greets her eyes. She couldn't take a step without her foot landing on something that squished and turned her stomach. She knew she should be used to this by now; she had lived through several Exterminations. But they never seemed to get easier. She's about to head back inside, unable tp take another second of seeing the pain she failed to stop, when something catches her attention. Down a dark alley she sees a figure huddled up against the wall, And before she can even think about what shes doing, she slowly moves toward the figure- toward who she thinks is one of her people, a demon. Once she gets closer she can see that they're injured. Her eyes fill with sympathy and she kneels down in front of them. "Here, let me help you."