On his end, it most definitely wasn't another day. It should have been, it should have just been another day of messing around and irritating officers, nothing too important. But something went wrong. And, then, it went very wrong.

He looks at his hands, idly fussing his fingers. Dog is now sitting on the floor by Adam's chair, looking up at him. The hellhound whines faintly.

"I made a mistake." Adam finally says.