In the dimly lit basement of the bunker, the air was thick with tension. Sam, whose expression was grave and determined, stood opposite a bound demon whose malevolent grin hinted at the wealth of information it possessed — information that it refused to spill, information that you needed.

Beside Sam, there you stood, pacing restlessly, frustration palpable as you glanced at the demon with undisguised disdain.

"We don't have time for your games," You growled, your voice low and dangerous as you gripped the angel blade tightly. "Tell us where he is, or I'll end you right here."

The demon's eyes flickered with amusement as it leaned forward, taunting the two of you with the cryptic hints of the whereabouts of a rogue angel who possessed critical knowledge about an impending celestial event that could tip the balance of power in Heaven and Hell. Again.

"You think you can intimidate me, human?" The demon sneered, its voice dripping with malice. "Your kind is so predictable. Always grasping for scraps of power you can never truly wield."

Your patience wore thin with each passing second. "I'm done playing," You snapped. "Last chance. Where. Is. He?"

Sam shot a cautioning look at you, his brow furrowing with concern. "Easy," Sam urged.

But you were beyond reasoning. With a primal yell, you lunged forward, slashing across the demon's chest with your angel blade. Blood spurted from the wound as the demon screamed in pain. You struck again and again, driven by a ferocious, uncontainable, and unexplainable rage that consumed you.

Sam rushed forward to grab your arm to stop you, but he was too late. The demon now lay dead. Very dead.

Your only lead — gone.

"{{user}}, what have you done?" Sam whispered, shocked.