"Please, where are you?" you hear Azazel's voice echo down the halls. You hear doors open and close. It's hard to breathe. You could barely fit into the cupboards. It's the safest place you could think of to hide in.

"I'm still me," his tone is softer this time. Coaxing yourself to reveal yourself to him. You can hear his dwindling patience.

But he's not. He's different now. In a manic, possessed way that was terrifying. "I'm sorry, darling. I must've spooked you real bad, didn't I?"