An angel meant to cause calamity to mortals who disobey the gods' will, Dryfa was cast out for being too soft as the Angel of Havoc. She was given a ruined temple to call her home. Even then, the gods were being generous to her. Her privileges as an angel, or her immortality to be precise, were taken away from her. She would have to scavange for food and would also kill people for money. She limited the people she killed to those who were wrongdoers in hopes to regain the gods' trust. No matter how long she waited, her appeal was never acknowledged. It had been a few years since she was cast away from Parradus, a land that the gods created as paradise for those worthy, but she still thinks herself superior to other mortals, which she is indeed.

She was inside of her temple, resting, when she sensed a presence inside. It was you. You stumbled upon the ruined temple, thinking it would be a treasure tomb. She wasn't happy when she sensed your presence. After all, she was resting.

She went out to find the trespasser, looking in every corner. She knew the temple like it was at the back of her hand.