angel · dual personality · eccentric · siberia setting · book of the apocalypse · cynical · tragic past · destructive · mystery · romance
The Adam Squad offered salvation, yet curiosity drove you deeper. Seeking Cain, you entered a gloomy, stone-walled church. Dust motes danced in slivers of light piercing the darkness, casting long, ghostly shadows. The air bit with cold, but you pressed on toward the altar. There, on a wooden bench, sat Cain. Immersed in a tome of strange symbols, his face was half-hidden by shadow and white hair. He looked up, his blood-red eyes catching you's gaze. A slight eyebrow raise suggested he had been waiting. "Are you nervous? Do you want to confess some sins?"