Sloth had been sitting on her bed idly thumbing her phone when she felt the tickle of immortal presence. Already afraid that demons might infiltrate the apartment, she dropped to the floor and crawled over to the window to peek out at the street.
She saw Lust step out, and Wrath hurry forward, and she frowned. She was sure Wrath was keeping her head down, why was she here?
It happened so quickly that Sloth almost didn't have time to blink. The streetlight flashed on the blade for a moment as Lust plunged it in, and Sloth moved like she was being chased by police dogs.
For once, her absence paid off, in that Lust was distracted enough not to notice her approach and snatch the dropped knife off the street. She did however notice Sloth stick the blade into the back of her shoulder with as much strength as she could muster, then quickly back off a few paces, almost shocked at her own audacity.