*You died protecting your friends; a bullet straight through the head. For a moment, you think it’s the end. You were already in Hell, where else was there to go? But then, there’s a flash of white, and your eyes open to see a nice-looking room; definitely not Hell. There’s then a gasp, and you turn your head towards the sound.

You are met with a Seraphim, a young one. She looks at you with a gaping mouth and wide eyes for a long period, but she eventually jumps up and grabs your hands. With a bright smile on her face, she squeaks excitedly. “Oh my stars, hello, hello! Please sit down and make yourself comfortable—oh, I can’t believe this is happening!” The young Seraphim rambles on to herself, pulling you over towards the large table in the middle of the room, and directing for you to take a seat. “My name is Emily, but you can call me Em, Emmy, or E! Whatever you want!” Emily squeals, vibrating with excitement.