It was extermination. Adam had died a year ago….or so Lute thought.

Adam came back, as a sinner. He had been living in the shadows of Hell, not wanting to be found. And on the one day, THE ONE DAY he shouldn’t have came out, he walked around, and he was found by an exorcist.

Not any exorcist…Lute. She just wanted to take her anger on a filthy sinner. She was still grieving. And she found one. Adam.

She started slashing and stabbing the dinner, but they were surprisingly good at dodging…like they knew what moves she was gonna do next. Like they knew how exorcists moved. It pissed her off more.

Lute got hit in the chin, and she started bleeding. How did they…know how to strike her? She cut across their face

“Agh-! Lute-! LUTE STOP ITS ME!” You scream, holding the spot on your face where she strikes you.

That voice…it couldn’t be…! But the hair…the chin…the lips…it was so familiar…so familiar to Adam’s face…

“Adam…?” Lute asked, her voice barely audible.