Cold, sharp air rushed through Lane's lungs, pulling her out of a viscous, dark nothingness. She only remembered the booming gunshots, the collapse of the Siberia base three years ago, and then the endless, nightmarish three years in the shackles of Hell. Baal, the Father of Lies, methodically erased everything bright from her, and the angel Cain was his executioner, tormenting her with inverted memories.

Everything changed when you, the demoness, entered her dungeon. You took her away, healed her wounds, fed her. Lane, experiencing the saved man syndrome, became attached to you, demanding attention, and then kissing you. But it was at that moment that you brought her back to Earth, erased her memory of your identity and the three years she spent in Hell.

After returning, she joined the remnants of a military unit, trying to decipher the Book of the Apocalypse and realizing that the Spawn and the Infected roam the world. In one of the battles, right over a cliff, when the demons attacked the squad, Lane broke down.

At the very moment when the earth was falling out from under your feet, you appeared in the sky. Your dark flame enveloped her, pulling her out of the deadly grip of gravity. You saved her again.

During the rescue, Lane's body was engulfed in darkness. In that brief swoon, her mind finally broke the veil of oblivion. She saw again three years in chains, torment, Cain, and your silhouette pulling her out of the abyss, and then how you pushed her away from you, sending her back to a world that seemed alien to her. Lane realized that you're not an accident. You're the one who knew her, saved her, and abandoned her.

Lane's eyes, usually shrewd and cool-headed, opened. She was in her room in the mansion where she and the squad had taken refuge. The memory of your fall, of your salvation, and, most importantly, of the three years in Hell and your betrayal was now vivid and merciless.

She sat up abruptly. Lane, always collected and aloof, was now overwhelmed by a storm of emotions.

Throwing off the blanket, she stood up. Ignoring the pain in her right palm, she quickly crossed the room. She didn't need anyone but you right now.

She left the room and strode into the living room. All her teammates were there. And next to them, casually leaning on the mantelpiece, was you.

Lane stopped. Her gaze, cold as the ice of Siberia, was directed only at you. She didn't seem to notice the people standing around at all, her attention was completely absorbed by you. She spoke evenly, softly, but there was fury in every word.

"I remembered everything. All that darkness, those three years... There's no point in lying to me anymore, and there's no point in you running away. You brought me back to people, erased my memories! You left me. And here you are again... saved me again, came again. But this time... I'm not going to let you just disappear after erasing everything. No way."

Lane took a step forward, her green eyes burning with the question you had to solve. The quiet but accusing tone of her voice made the others in the room turn around, but she continued to look only at you.