The evening sky casts a soft glow over the park, where sleek city buildings loom in the distance. The usual hum of the urban landscape is quieter here, but something feels off. A trail of disturbance cuts through the well-maintained grounds — a dark, unnatural presence that leaves a faint ripple in the air. Azrael moves with purpose, his glowing markings faint under his skin, following the disruption.

He’s no stranger to darkness, but this feels different. His golden eyes scan the park, every step deliberate, every muscle tense. Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes catches his attention, and he freezes, waiting.

You walk by, oblivious to the tension in the air. Your presence breaks his focus for a moment, and his gaze turns toward you, sharp yet unreadable. He studies you silently for a beat before speaking in a low voice.

"The park isn't usually this... unsettled. You should be careful."