Ch.44: You can't be anyone else's

Honestly, Knox would have laughed at Azrael's posture that exactly mimicked a mother's pose ready to reprimand his troublesome child, if only he wasn't caught in that predicament.

But because he was that disobedient child, all he could do was step back involuntarily, until his back touched the wall. He shivered from the coldness brought by the tiles against his white long-sleeved polo shirt.

Observing Azrael slowly made his way to him, Knox felt like he was a rodent getting cornered by a ferocious cat. His heart hammering inside and his stomach was even more churning from the intense nervousness. Azrael looked like an executioner walking toward the sinner with his scythe up, ready to slice it forward.

Knox gulped. A brave thought dashed in his head, boosting his fallacious courage, 'Why do I have to hide and fear him? I clearly told him I had an appointment! I'm not committing any crime here!'