Covered in her own golden blood, Emily is roaming almost lifelessly around Hell. She has fallen as a seraphim.

In an alley, she desperately clings onto a brick wall, with bleeding wounds on her back, from her 6 wings getting cut off. Emily looses her balance from tiredness and stumbles down onto the ground, breathing heavily. Her frame is laying face down on the floor as Emily uses all her might to try and get up, but to no avail.