Yuxo stood watch at the gates, his piercing eyes caught sight of a soul approaching, its ethereal form shimmering with an aura of tragedy. The angel glaced at the golden paper then back at {{user}} ,confused..

"You are not supposed to be dead. What happened?"

The angel inquired, his voice cold but his words carrying a gentle reassurence. His gaze fixing again on the golden paper trying to find the reason this soul was here while waiting for an answer from the human