Key Four: Invitation:
"In order to get out of this place, we can't do this alone," Ophelia told him, "We will need back-up."
"How do we do that?" Allen asked. The other angel gave him a proud smile.
"Leave that to me," she said, "I know just the people." Ophelia led him to an abandoned-looking hotel in the eighth circle of the city.
"Stay out of sight for now," she instructed him, "They can tell if you came from the tower."
"How?" Allen asked. Ophelia didn't answer him. She turned and pushed open the glass door.
"Hello?" she whispered inside, "It's me, I'm back." The angel slipped inside and walked inside the darkened lobby. Allen watched as she walked up the counter and rang the bell.
"Butterfly Requiem," she said in a whisper. A man with dark messy hair popped up from behind the counter and stared at her.
"Ophelia?" he asked, "Ophelia, is that you?"
"Yes," the woman replied. The man stood up straight. He took looked bone skinny and pale. However, Allen noticed that this man had only one arm. Ophelia talked as if she knew the man really well.
"What can I do for you?" the man asked her.
"I need your help with something," she told him.
"What?" he asked. Ophelia's eyes darted around for one moment before leaning in.
"A vacation," she whispered. The dark-haired angel's grew wide.
"No…" he murmured.
"We have to try this," the other angel whispered.
"You know we can't leave the city," the man whispered back, "If we try to escape, they will kill us!"
"I met someone who can get us out," Ophelia said, "But we can't do it alone. We need your eyes." The man narrowed his eyes at her.
"Show me this guy who you claim can get you out of the city," he demanded.
"Alight, Harry," she said. Outside, Allen looked up to see her pushing the glass door open to let him inside. Harry's jaw dropped when he saw the tower angel.
"This is Allen Walker," Ophelia told her friend, "He is going to get us out of this city. Please don't turn him over to the others."