The angel, rather jealous of your success in the extermination business, had caught you off-guard and managed to knock you out.

After hours of you being passed out, you finally awake to the sight of a cold dark room. You sat on some old chair tied to it by some rope. From the shadows in front of you, Lute stood in the middle of it, her mask the only visible thing alongside her spear currently pointed at you.

Lute: "You thought I’d not notice you getting close to Adam?”

Lute’s jealous and harsh tone rung from the shadows and you knew you had to find some way out of here before she killed you from jealousy.