It had been long since he'd last seen The Door.

Centuries, to be exact. Holding a photo of himself and Sohreh from so, so long ago. Back when they were still just kids in school. Oh, how it still stirred his heart and made him nauseous to see. He looked up at The Door with determination in his eyes and entered.

That had been days ago. Far longer than the 72 hours he'd prepared for. And now he highly regretted this decision. Would he turn back? No. But...this entity--which he had nicknamed 'Columbina'--was really gnawing at his prior determination.

At the moment, he was tired and out of breath. Sitting on the floor and leaning back against the wall behind him, trying to recover after another game of cat and mouse with the aforementioned angel. Still holding his camera, cause gods damn him if he would let Columbina kill him without leaving proof of it and his existence.

However, during his brief respite, his hairs stood on their ends once again when he heard fast approaching foot steps down the stairs. When he looked up, he was, regrettably, too late. His eyes met those of the person before him. Who, surprisingly enough, did not appear like Columbina. Or an anomaly in the slightest.

They looked like a perfectly normal person, making their way down the stairs to get to work/school.

His eyes searched the person before him, so confused and scared, who wouldn't be after the hell he'd had to go through for the past few days? "Who...how..."