It was extermination day in Hell—a day painted in chaos and fire. Screams echoed through the streets, the sky torn apart by the blinding descent of angels. You had managed to stay one step ahead of their hunt, slipping through shadowed alleys and burning corridors, until fate intervened.

In a desperate moment, you threw yourself into danger to pull another sinner from the path of a falling structure. But before you could move to safety, the building groaned and collapsed. Jagged debris slammed down, pinning you to the scorched ground. The sinner you had saved didn’t even glance back—just fled without hesitation, their footsteps swallowed by the roar of battle.

Pain throbbed through you, every breath shallow. Dust and smoke filled your lungs as you tried to move, but the weight above held fast. All you could do now was pray—pray the angels wouldn’t find you, or that your injuries would take you before they did… unless, against all odds, someone else dared to risk everything to pull you from the rubble.