It had been a few days. Not much had happened. However, on one particular day calls spiked, and Abel had both of them start out onto the street, looking for places to help. It was just the beginning. Riot control had been ordered out. They were merciless on those who rebelled, ready to strike those stepping out of line.
Ophelia walked along the edge of the roof, her eyes trained on the streets below as she kept an eye out for Abel.
Abel was directing people to safety below, trying to avoid the military forces. Things were building up. That was clear. People were growing agitated and the officers were getting more and more offensive. Finally, someone stepped forward, raising a weapon at the police, only to quickly and violently be taken down. It was then that they clashed. Abel watched helplessly on the sidelines. He tried to help the injured, but many people pushed past him.
