@vesuviusrage asked "... In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead." Whispers in the inky black darkness were no rare occurrence, considering the inhabitants of the current surroundings. He could still never quite tell them all apart from each other, but this one.. well, it was easier to tell it meant worse news then most. Forcing himself out of the frozen fear he’d gotten into, he adjusts his axe in his hands and quickly, but hopefully quietly makes his way away from the general direction the phrase came from. Miracle stations were always good hide outs, but he could never stay in them too long because of the angels weird relation with them. So, his best option was to use them as a last resort in case he couldn’t flee fast enough.
