Miguel had gathered a substantial amount of soldiers in the Alchemax army base, leading the squad in full gear as they all bore massive black guns. The weaponry was fit for the Arachna jungles, the untamed wilderness this base was stationed in.

That’s why you were here — you were an angel, captured and imprisoned this base due to your natural sixth sense to danger in dense areas, essential for the jungle. You were dressed in a special white uniform and brought along during expeditions to guide the soldiers in return for their protection.

But did you really want to be here? The soldiers’ angel, strung along through their dangerous journeys?

“Are we ready, amigos?” Miguel called out in a loud, booming, deep voice, sending a chorus of ‘aye’s through the docking area.

He then crossed his arms, taking on an intimidating stance as he glared down at you, awaiting your response. The rest of the men towered around you as Miguel’s eyes burned into yours. “And is our angel ready?”