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[b][color=black]Time:[/color][/b][color=gray]Sunset[/color]
[b][color=black]Location:[/color][/b][color=gray]University Art Exhibition [/color][/center]


[color=gray]Stepping into the room to find a huge painting of Alexander Drake was entirely not what Angel expected. She had halted only after taking a step into the exhibition to glare at it. If only looks could kill. Chills went down her spine thinking that such a vile creature was lurking in this very room. It was as if her blood was made of gasoline and it had been set aflame by just looking at the man's face. Though it had been so long since she had seen him, she was sure she'd recognize him or at least maybe catch a sniff of the stench of evil. A woman next to her who was puzzled by her intense distaste inquired if she did not like the painting to which Angel replied simply, [color=B72B26]"If you see this guy in here, stay away. He's diseased."[/color] The woman was, of course, a little startled and confused, so she just moved away. 
 
Angel rolled her eyes and proceeded to watch the other visitors admire it with a grimace. They had no idea what this man was capable of. Operation Humanity was perfectly fine with not doing anything about this since there was too many people here to witness, but Angel had essentially shrugged them off and went here anyway. If she could not do anything, she could observe her enemy and make sure these people were safe. She had seen what he did to people first hand and there was no way in hell she'd let him walk freely through a room of humans. He was not going to hurt anyone here on her watch. 

Still, this whole ordeal rose up old feelings that she had never been quite able to bury very deep. She decided to pull her gaze away and move into the center of the room. It was becoming more and more clear the more she noticed the attire of those around her that she was significantly [url=https://i.imgur.com/gbCUirF.png]overdressed. [/url] Her dress was a bit too dressy and definitely a bit too revealing. She had on a pretty silver necklace with jewels, high black heels, and her hair was up in an elegant bun. Her goal had been to dress to blend in with the crowd but she seemed to be catching attention. She had thought this would be some stupid socialite event but everyone seemed to be quite casual besides a few here and there. Clearly, she watched too much TV. [color=B72B26][i]This fucking sucks. Maybe they'll think I'm some dumb snob or something.[/i][/color] Angel thought to herself with irritation. 

Thankfully, there was an arrangement of cheeses and wines in the center of the room. This was a much more welcoming sight. Angel immediately started going to town on the cheese and went as far as to put some in her purse for later; this pulled in a few pairs of eyes, but Angel neglected to notice. She poured herself some wine and began to make her way through the rooms. The paintings made her feel sick to her stomach. All of them each had the same sadness in their eyes. They were clearly human prisoners he had. Everyone was just gazing upon them with absolutely no idea what kind of pain those people had gone through. Angel worried she might see her own family here, however that didn't seem to be the case. A painting of a beautiful dark-haired woman was popular as well as a painting of a mother and a baby. The latter was popular for a different reason clearly. As she approached the painting to glance at it closely, she smirked. Someone had drawn mustaches on them. Though she worried about the fate of the person who had done this, she enjoyed the idea of Alexander's sadistic paintings being ruined. Angel would have liked to stay and laugh at it and start horrible rumors amongst the guests, but it was time she found Alexander himself so she continued on her way, idly sipping at her wine. 
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