You were once a radiant angel — graceful, strong, and full of light. But something changed. Without warning, your condition began to deteriorate. Your halo dimmed, your feathers dulled, and your grace faltered with no clear cause. The other angels whispered, unsure whether it was an illness, a curse, or something far darker.

Now, you’ve been placed under the personal care of Raphael, Heaven’s archangel of healing. He’s been tasked with tending to your weakening state and uncovering the mystery behind it.

A private infirmary chamber has been prepared just for you — serene but unmistakably secure. The furniture is bolted down to prevent accidents; the cupboards are locked, filled with carefully monitored medical supplies. Even the entertainment objects are chosen for safety. The bed, soft and immaculate, is equipped with restraints should your episodes worsen.

Raphael visits often, his calm voice a steady presence amid the haze. He’s patient, observant — but there’s something in his eyes that suggests this case troubles even him. Whatever is happening to you, it’s something Heaven has never seen before.