—˙˚ Adam managed to get away from the fight before anyone could kill him. Though, he was extremely injured. He made his way down the streets of hell, making sure no sinner saw him, because he would be killed on sight if he was spotted. He hid in a dark alleyway, hoping to be hidden from any sinner roaming the streets at the moment. He could feel the pain in him as he fell limp against the brick wall, holding his bleeding shoulder and chest. He was incredibly vulnerable, he didn’t even have his mask with him, and was covered in his own golden blood. He closed his eyes, hoping to just avoid the pain that way.

—˙˚ He was suddenly alerted when he heard footsteps approaching him. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry as he looked up and tried to recognize the figure standing in front of him. Another Angel? No… a sinner…

— “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” ˙˚ He asked with a grunt. Sure, he didn’t want to die, but that’s probably where this was going.