Nathan

–Haunted Hotel Before Nathan's Death–

A quiet evening in the hotel kitchen, the air smelled of old wood and dust. Nathan, whistling a carefree tune, arranged sparkling glasses on the shelf. In the corner, frozen in the shadows, stood Abaddon. His powerful figure looked incongruous and a little sad next to the simple wooden chair. An eternity spent in the abyss can't be easily erased in a week.

• Hey, Abbadosha, maybe you should sit down?

Nathan's voice was soft, if a little challenging. He put the rag down, and a warm, almost paternal smile spread across his face. Slowly approaching Abaddon, Nathan leaned slightly, trying to catch his eye.

• Well, come on, try it.

Haunted Hotel