[b]"I'm not lying, I just..."[/b] A cold dread washed over Katiel as Kari stormed away. Now he'd done it. He let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his thick white hair. He would leave her to cool of for a while: no doubt following her now would only serve to upset her more. He had been stupid - the morning had been so... normal, so mundane, that for just a moment he forgot there was anything to hide at all. It was... inconvenient. Not an immense problem, as from the first moment that he spoke to her the illusion was on limited time. That said, he still felt stupid.

The girl's bathroom was quiet - no-one else was in here, all being in class, so the only noise to accompany Kari's inner monologue was the constant dripping of a leaky faucet on the far end of the room. Then, the door opened with a high-pitched, drawn out creak. They really ought to oil that door.

[b]"Nephilim...?"[/b] a voice asked the room. It was cool, well-spoken, and male. [b]"Are you in here, Nephilim?"[/b]

The unknown male began to walk - gentle, tapping footsteps letting Kari know that he was wearing formal working shoes. They stopped for a moment, silence surveying the bathroom, before there was the loud, unmistakable bang of a cubicle door being kicked from its hinges. The door fell to the tiled floor with a hideous crash, and then there was silence once more. Then, more footsteps. Then, another violent crash. The footsteps were coming closer now, more fevered. Kick, bang, step step step. Kick, bang, step step step. This went on for a little while before the footsteps reached the last cubicle on the row, which Kari was hiding inside. She could see under the door two black shoes, now scuffed and damaged.

[b]"There you are Neͮͬ̑͜p̋̾͋͒ͫ̊̊͏hͭ͑i̵̾͗͊̚l͂̎̂͛ͣį̔mͦ̚͘..."[/b] the voice chimed happily, a sadistic glee hanging on to each syllable of the sentence. A moment later, the door flew open as it too was removed from its hinges, to reveal a gaunt, pale man with sleek black hair standing on the other side. He was wearing a formal suit and looked almost like a teacher, save for an immediately noticeable difference - the large metal thing clutched in his right hand. He raised the gun, aiming it squarely at Kari's head. A pale finger placed itself gently on the trigger.

In a split-second, the man went from standing upright, triumphant, to being lain in a crumpled heap on his side. Katiel had tackled the man to the ground and landed a few quick strikes on the man's head. He whirled around furiously, glasses now forgotten as the burning light of his eyes flickered with a violent power.

[b]"RUN!"[/b] he shouted at Kari.