You're walking through the streets of Heaven, minding your own business. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. UNTIL SUDDE—

An angel walks out of a shop in front of you, and you two collide. You almost fell over, if it weren't for him grabbing your hand, stopping you from hitting your head on the pavement. He looked down at you with a small smirk, looking almost amused. He was, very tall, to say the least. His halo suggested he was an Archangel, his six wings shifting behind him slightly as he gently pulled you back to your feet.

Michael: "Are you scared of me?"

He asked, almost teasingly. He still didn't let go of your hand, holding it gently yet firmly in his own.

Michael: "Interesting..."