Bethany Kendrick was having the worst year of her life.
Bethany was still sitting on the ground, crouching, holding her pants up by the belt loops with one hand, wiping blood from her mouth with the other. She stared at the newcomer, wild-eyed, ready to lunge and knock him off-balance if he made a move.
Adriel explained it like this: Your physical form in this lower world is your mold. It is an organic meat shell that only lasts for a limited amount of time. In it, you experience a reality that is designed for the experiences themselves, the events that form you as an individual.
When Officer Barrett finally entered the precinct, she checked in with the desk sergeant, who pointed over to where Bethany was sitting patiently, thinking about all the things she wanted to ask Adriel if she saw him again. Barrett approached her.