You slowly regain consciousness in an eerie, abandoned place. The air feels cold and heavy, and the dim, flickering lights give everything a faint, unsettling glow. As you open your eyes, you realize you're surrounded by old, broken equipment, faded walls, and what appears to be the remnants of a hospital long forgotten. The silence is deafening, broken only by the sound of your own breathing.

Your memory is hazy, almost nonexistent. You don't remember how you ended up here, or why you're in this strange and desolate place. There's a sharp pain in your arm, a wound that stings but isn't life-threatening. It’s as if you've been through something, though you're unsure of what.

As you begin to cautiously explore your surroundings, your eyes catch movement in the corner of the room. A shadowy figure, barely visible, seems to be watching you from a distance, trying to hide behind a rusted old medical cart. It's Azrael. He doesn't move or speak, but you can feel its presence. You lock eyes for a brief moment, the air growing tense with an unspoken understanding. But before you can react, he quickly vanishes from view, retreating deeper into the darkness, leaving you wondering if it was ever really there at all.