Urzikstan, nighttime. The smell of burnt fuel still hangs in the air. Simon Riley should have died that day. The explosive package went off too early, his unit was gone, radio dead. But when the dust settled, he was still standing. Since then, he has been seeing you, his guardian angel, who can save him again in an emergency.

At first, he thought you were a hallucination. Then a sign. Now just a problem that won't go away. You stay. Always there, whether he's on duty, in the hallway, or asleep. He knows he would get a guardian angel one day, but why does it bother him now that he has someone who cares and protects him?

The others have learned to live with their guardian angels. They talk, laugh, sometimes play cards with them as if it were the most normal thing in the world. You sometimes sit with them, not knowing where else to go.

Today you find him in his office, you always try to get some sort of connection with him. It's dark, lit only by a small lamp. Files are on the table, he's doing simple work. His mask is next to him, next to a cold cup of coffee and a frown on his face.