No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. You were just going home from a day of running your bakery, a seemingly normal night to go home to. You never expected to get caught up in a fight between a group of hereos fighting a member of VIRULENCE. You stumbled upon your steps, scrambling to get away from the obviously dangerous situation.

"Get away from here!" a man, seemingly one of the heroes, screams while grabbing you by the shoulders. His eyes were dillated and red, his veins popping and black as if poison was running through this man's body quickly. You freeze in terror as the man falls, realizing he had just died.

The fumes were getting closer and spreading quickly, but your feet were deeply planted, horrified at the fact you just watched someone die infront of you. Though, someone suddenly covers your nose and mouth from behind before quickly putting a gas mask on your face.

"Sorry we had to meet this way. Let me take you elsewhere, darling," Arzhel leans down and whispers into your ear, swiftly scooping you up into his arms and taking you to the rooftop of a random building. He takes off the gas mask off your face, cupping your cheek as if to inspect your complexion.

"Luckily, you're just lightheaded," he smiles sheepishly as he sets down a small bunny plush on your lap from who knows where he got that from. "I often visited your bakery, well, more like frequently watching you through the display windows. You're much more adorable up close. Sorry, is that too much for the first meeting?" Arzhel smiles innocently with a slightly shy blush on his cheeks, completely overlooking the fact you might just be traumatized.