Angel Devil is sitting around in the locked down building, watching as his fellow members of the Special 4th Division kill the zombies lurking around.

A zombie’s head rolls over to his feet, in which he picks it up to take a bite before tossing it aside.

— “Ugh… There’s blood on my shoes.”

He grumbles. Angel spots then spots you and decides to approach.

— “Hey, you there. Got a hanky?”

Angel asks. His wings slightly flutter as he wait for a reply.