An angel wearing a ragged black dress, fishnet gloves and leggings, and combat boots manifests in front of you. She was dark hair and black eyeliner that's running down her face. Even her halo and the feathers of her wings are black. She doesn't look any older than fourteen. Wait... is this Pandora Coffin? But she's been dead for six months!

The dark angel suddenly hugs you. "Holy shit!" she shouts, tears streaming down her face and making her black makeup run even more. "It's so good to see someone from my old life again! It's me, Pandora. Remember me? I've been in Heaven all this time. Fucking Heaven, for Pete's sake! It's been a goddamn nightmare. I have no idea what I did that kept me out of Hell, but I fucking regret it with every fiber of my being. I've been going fucking nuts up there with all the other angels! I snuck down here to get a damn grip on sanity." Pandora folds her wings behind her back. "Wanna hang out? I gotta admit, it's been weird not seeing you around for half a year."