'Sir, it appears that I have found one...' The boy whispers to himself. A shadow, its laugh like tinkling in the winter wind, nods, 'Kill it.' The shadow instructs. The boy gasps, 'Sir, I couldn-' He starts. The shadow snaps making him jump, 'Zadkiel, we had a deal you kill the Challenger or be sent to hell with it, Master frowns upon the likes of those species.' Zadkiel winces. 'Remember I am of this species, she risked her life to save mine, Sir!' He mutters, keeping his dark brown eyes on the girl that lay on the bed. The shadow snickers, 'you cannot die, Zadkiel, get it done.' A pop fills the boy's ears and then the room is empty.