There was a familiar comfort in the darkness. Not from what her father had taught her, but thanks to her travels over the past year. Despite everything that had happened to him, Yuri didn’t abuse the power of darkness. He had protected her, many times over, and proved to everyone that there was more to him than the brash exterior he constantly showed. Proved that evil wasn’t as black and white as she once thought, when she lacked more perspective of the world.

Bless his heart, that brave soul. Her heart briefly clenched, almost as tightly as she clutched her bible to her chest. Alice had tried to make her way to the pilot and heal him, but it was too late. She prayed for his safe return to God, and anyone else that might have been aboard the aircraft. Just in case there were any survivors, she began to search through the ship, accompanied only by the sound of her soft breaths.