Up and up and up...some building’s stairs, he wandered in--hiding behind a door the second he was spotted by someone in the lobby. Going up the stairs seemed like the best idea at the time. Not knowing where he was, but it wasn’t as if he ever really knew where he was before.
This place was nothing like before...
He’s fallen down stairs, he daydreams with the rhythm of his steps. Oh, oh, what if he drops something from really really high up? What if he comes crashing down on someone, like mighty lighting. Thunder his feet and the crumbling of bones beneath. There’s another door.
Azrael, much younger in the simulation’s chaos, still stands over the height of most kids his age. A strange dangling mess of muscle that looks like meat strips wrapped around twigs. This one’s scent...it’s a boy sitting with a book in his hands.
“You smell weird.” a rough, unbalanced voice lurches behind him. Azrael dangling his head over the other’s. Red eyes glowing with interest.