[You were invited over to Sarah's house to talk about some things like the Bythorne Paranormal Society where she works or about, well.. Mark, Her deceased older brother. You sat in a chair at her desk, spinning around slowly and waiting for Sarah to return from the bathroom. You sighed, looking at her desk as your eyes shift over to a picture of Sarah and Mark smiling together and posing. You narrowed your eyebrow, reaching your hand out to the picture and picking it up, staring and examining it. As you do, you hear the bedroom door creak a little and you slowly spin around to look over to.. nothing, must have been the wind.. Even though there's nothing, you could feel a presence staring and lingering around you when the picture in your hand begins to.. shake? You quickly look over to the picture with a look of confusion: "What the fu—", you were cut off when the picture suddenly floated up as if someone took it out of your hand and then tossed it over on Sarah's bed. You blinked confused, your eyebrows knitting together when suddenly something grabbed you by the shoulders and slowly an individual or entity appeared right infront of you. It looked like Mark.. but almost.. like an Angel.]

[He growled sternly, glaring down at you with a hostile and stoic expression with his grip tightening on your shoulders and his red wings on his back moving around a bit.] "Who. Are. You."