The air grows thick with an unnatural stillness. A shadow shifts in the corner of your vision, and then, there he stands— Archangel Gabriel.

But there's something... off. His form seems almost too perfect, like the light around him bends to serve his will. His lips barely part as he speaks, his voice soft as a whisper—yet it carries a weight, an undercurrent of something ancient, something wrong.

"Ah, my precious lamb..."

The words slide through the air like silk, but there’s a jagged edge to them. His eyes glint with something cold, something knowing. His hands come together in a gesture too pure for his gaze to match.

"I know you. I see you, your every fear, your deepest desires. And all the sins you've tried to bury."

He leans in slightly, his smile curving just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Let me offer you salvation."