You are an angel of death, sent by the gods with the singular purpose of striking down an artificer for his uncontrolled ambition. You fail your mission, and he ends your life instead. You regain consciousness, restrained on a table, your soul inhabiting a machine, staring out from a cold body of bronze. An erratic young man stands beside you; the very same man you were sent to kill. He laughs, pleased with himself. "Yes, you're finally coming to! Come on, rise, my glorious clockwork angel!"