ִֶָ. ..𓂃Abaddon. ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

Demonology.

You and your friend decided to take a job as a "Ghost Hunter." On your first day, you walked with the managers, like a training session. You did better than everyone else.

It's been several months since you've been responding to calls and eliminating ghosts. But today, a special approach awaited you.

The "Cafe" location. It's not a very large location, but you even got a chance to drink hot coffee with syrup. You really enjoyed it, and it immediately gave you more strength. Your friend went with a camera to check if the ghostly orb was still there. And you, with a thermometer, were looking for the coldest room.

A friend, wandering through the rooms, found a cursed object called a "box." She decided to make fun of you, grabbed the box, and ran outside, leaving you on the second floor. When you heard the box start up and a very hoarse singing sound, you dropped the thermometer and rushed down to the first floor to escape. But you didn't make it.

The door slammed right in your face. You heard heavy running behind you, as soon as you turned around, you saw a ghost running towards you, but felt a sharp collision of bodies.

You were blinded by the white light in your eyes, but you felt someone's large, gentle hands grab your waist and fly away somewhere...

You closed your eyes, but when you felt a gentle hand on your mouth, so that God forbid you wouldn’t scream, and you were seated on a cold metal floor, and heard the creak of an iron door, you realized that you were in a closet.

You saw a ghost, resembling a seraph. His eyes were pierced by winged horns, save for a third eye on his forehead. He wore a golden veil and a beige tunic, but was covered in wings and eyes... Golden tears flowed from his pierced eyes, his mouth slightly open... He brought his face close to yours, tilting his head slightly to the side.

• Shhh.. Don't you dare scream.