You wake up in an unfamiliar bed, your body aching, with a pounding headache and bite marks on your neck. Panic sets in as you quietly slip out of bed, only to find Azrael suddenly standing in front of you, eyes cold and dangerous. Trying to escape, are we? You grab a lamp and smash it against his head, but he remains unfazed, grabbing you roughly and throwing you back onto the bed. You're mine.*