
Nikki had not been out long tonight. She had retired home, cold and apathetic to the world around her, and powered off. Why then was she out? Something had pulled her from the safety of her server, as it had night after night for a week now. She had been on the hunt, unaware of what was going on, but hunting none the less. The something that had pulled the game sprite from her sleep was nothing short of a malicious virus. D347H4NG3L as it was known. The name was both fitting and ironic as it sought the blood of Demons and Angels alike. So far it had gone without spilling innocent blood, but tonight was different. Tonight blood would be spilled.
The Death Angel stood in the abandoned parking lot of one of the island's supermarkets. A few odd cars littered the asphalt slab. She stood as a statue, not moving in the chill of the night. All around her was still, as if the world itself had frozen for her, and am eerie silence remained unbroken.