Cain

It's cold. Lonely. And it's scary. The fog does not end and darkness drags on the heels. It reaches for the Irene train, wanting to drag her underground.

Something is flashing ahead. A warm glow breaks through the fog. An angel reaches out to Irene. She stretched out her hand in response. The angel's palm is so... icy.

”Who are you?”– Irene.

“Who are YOU?” – Cain.

An inhuman cry cut the sky: several shadows came to them.

”Run!” – Cain.

The wings slammed right in front of her face, and the stranger took off, closing her from danger. Soon the offsh that flew out of the abyss will approach Irene, it did not touch it. Dmitry, the leader of the squad, shot the creature and he fell in a puddle of his own blood. The man came up and knocked her out.

*Soon Irene woke up dressed in Anna's clothes, on the couch. Cain sat and slept in the chair next to him, taking the following pose: crossing his arms, leaning his back ”How long will you be looking at me?"