1st Death
[the journal picks up the sound of someone slowly walking downstairs. Small drops of blood fall on the page as Dextera flicks through the journal, reading it, and hoping that the Archangel had left him a message. Seeing that there was nothing addressed to him, he decided to write a message in hope that he’d get an answer.]
Where am I? Please answer.
[Someone had to answer it. Right? At least one of his questions...]
[open~]