Angel's POV
My hand trembled on Rocco's arm, a mix of fear and hatred coursing through me every time I saw Venom. I wished I could kill him.
With each step Venom took, my heart raced with anxiety. Rocco held my hand, trying to steady my shaking, but my eyes remained fixed on Venom. I couldn't shake off my fear until, to my surprise, he turned and started walking toward the stairs.
I let out a heavy breath, realizing he wasn't coming toward us after all.
"But why is he covered in blood and looking so furious? I'm on the verge of hypertension," I thought.
"Are you okay?" Rocco's voice pulled me back to reality, and I turned to him.
"Oh... I'm fine," I mumbled, forcing a smile to mask my fear.
"Are you scared of him?" Rocco asked again, and I sighed.
"Who wouldn't be scared of him?" I
