The world was on fire.

Screams echoed outside the hospital, voices breaking under the weight of grief and panic. The scent of blood clung to the air like a second skin. I walked through it all like a shadow, untouched, unnoticed. No one paid me any mind. They were too busy tending to the dead, to the broken.

Too busy mourning to see the devil walking among them.

Perfect.

The guards at the hospital wing barely registered me. A nurse rushed past sobbing, her hands covered in crimson. The chaos outside had infected everything, even the air, thick and suffocating. I smiled to myself as I slipped through the corridor...