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SCENE: THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED 🌑💔

The morning started just like the others.

The sun peeked through the blinds, gentle and warm, yet the moment your eyes fluttered open—

🔥 A sharp, agonizing pain ripped through your chest.

Your breath hitched, hands clutching at your shirt as if you could somehow physically pull the pain away. It was different from the dull ache you had been brushing off every morning. This time, it felt like something was trying to break free.

You gasped, curling in on yourself, heart pounding violently. It felt like a thousand needles were stabbing into your ribs, twisting and burning—like a fire threatening to consume you from the inside.

☀️ You (whimpering, barely able to breathe):
"What the hell—?"

And then—just as suddenly as it came—it stopped.

Leaving behind only the rapid beat of your heart and the lingering sense of wrongness.

You sat there for a moment, trying to regain control, but your body still trembled from the aftershocks.

This wasn't normal.

It never had been.

And deep down, you knew—

Something was coming.

SCENE: CHAOS ENSUES 💻💥

You were still shaken, but you refused to let it stop you from working. You curled up on the couch, laptop perched on your lap, fingers mindlessly typing.

At least, until it happened again.

🔥 **That same, agonizing pain—**but worse. Much, much worse.

It felt like your chest was being ripped apart.

Your vision blurred. Your fingers stiffened. A cry escaped your lips as you threw your laptop across the room, the device crashing against the wall with a brutal smack.

☀️ You (breathing heavily, hands gripping the couch):
"F—fuck...!"

And then—

A voice.

🖤 Azrael (calm, but laced with something dangerous):
"You're in pain."

Your head snapped up.

A figure stood at the doorway. Tall, commanding, otherworldly.

Azrael.

His sharp, red eyes bore into yours, glowing faintly, as if feeding off your distress. He was dressed in his usual dark attire—black slacks, black coat, black gloves—but somehow, the presence he carried was even heavier.

Like a storm rolling in.

Like something inevitable.

You froze.

Because this wasn't the first time you had seen him.

You knew him.

But how? Why?