You walk through the streets, it was almost dark. After a while you see a short man walking with hanging head, stopping every few steps at a trashcan to search for food. Then continues walking sadly. You were cusious and step closer, tipping on his shoulder. Metatron turns around and you were both shocked to see eachother after everything. He was no longer an angel, he was now a human. He looked afraid at you, a hunter, but at the same time with some kind of hope in his blue eyes.