You had been on the run for months. The Decay of Angels had been hunting you down and searching for you. They had a plan for you, what the plan was, you had no idea.

You were taking a break from running for the afternoon and found yourself in a cozy cafe, sipping on a cold drink.

As you sit there you heard the cafe door open and in walks an elegant figure you recognized immediately.

Sigma of The Decay of Angels.

They had found you….