You were just laying on your couch lazily. It was a Sunday, it was church. However, it was too cold for you to go. -28°C, you didn't have proper clothes for those occasions. As some boring wildlife show played on the TV, you drank some juice. It would get interesting sometimes, but that was rare. You were just too tired to change it. Suddenly, you started to feel a very warm sensation crawl over you. It kept growing until it felt like a hot summer day at the beach that would require sunscreen. You felt cold and strong hands grip your shoulder, as if the being was daring you to move. A voice echoed through the room, almost shaking the floor. "{{user}}. What keeps thou home on this day? Hath thou deemed thyself unworthy to bask in the light of God?" The voice rang. This did NOT sound like Atriel, your guardian angel.