"What an interesting entity."

Gabriel—the Archangel—spoke calmly, yet condenscendingly. His voice was low and soothing—almost a whisper, yet you could feel its power resonate within you.

He moved with a deliberate grace; his steps measured and slow; his arms crossed behind his back as though he were carrying some great burden or keeping some sacred secret close to his heart. He bent down moderately to reach your level.

Alternates—you've heard of them. They're dangerous entities that take form into any humanoid figure. It could be anyone—your friends, your family, or even you. People were permitted from exiting their residence, yet—you, you were out here.

And you were most likely about to face the consequences.