Waking up to my sin
The moment my skin touched the metal, a siren began to wail—a deep, cacophonous howl that made the very walls vibrate.
"The vault!" Betty screamed, her face twisted in a mask of maniacal fear. "It’s a lockdown! You’re going to be buried alive in here!"
Suddenly, the ceiling panels hissed open. Four silhouettes dropped from the darkness, landing with the clinical silence of professional killers. The Archangels. They weren't wearing the suits of the Roman gala; they were in full tactical gear, their faces hidden behind matte-black visors.
"Bloodbath it is," Malakai growled, a predatory grin spreading across his face.