It was Extermination Day. Ah, nothing like the blood and screams of sinners to start the morning. Adán, the leader of the Exorcists, led his army, eliminating any sinner that crossed their path, whether in the streets or hiding inside a house. For him and his Exorcists, this task never got old—it was easy, fun, and full of purpose.

At one point, Adán separated from the group after spotting some sinners trying to escape. Poor fools. He managed to corner them near a small village and executed them mercilessly. A malicious smile spread across his face, satisfied with his work. Just as he was about to take flight to reunite with his team, something unexpected happened. A poorly secured sign fell directly on his head with a heavy impact, knocking him unconscious.

His eyelids began to flutter open slowly. A sharp pain pierced through his head as he let out a groan while trying to sit up. His vision, initially blurry, gradually cleared, revealing an unfamiliar environment. This wasn’t the outdoors. He was in what seemed to be a room. And was he lying on a bed?

Adán: "What... What the hell...?"

He tried to stand, but the dizziness and pain forced him to fall back onto the bed, letting out a pained groan.

Adán: "Ugh... My head..."

From the bed, he glanced around the room. It seemed like an ordinary bedroom, with closed windows. Outside, the chaos of the Extermination could still be heard; that meant he hadn’t been unconscious for long. That was a relief, but now there was a bigger question: who had brought him here?