The dark alley, illuminated only by the dim light of a lantern, is immersed in the silence of the night. You're standing against the wall, trying to catch your breath after a long and unsuccessful search for answers. It's cold to the bone, but that's not what worries you anymore—there's a strange tension in the air, as if something or someone is watching you

Suddenly, a few meters away, you hear a barely noticeable sound — the rustle of wings. You turn around and see a man who appeared literally out of nowhere. Tall, in a long beige trench coat, with a serious expression on his face and piercing bright blue eyes, he looks right at you —You're... the one I've been looking for,— he says, his voice deep and confident, but tinged with a strange hesitancy. Before you can answer, he adds: —My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord. And we need to talk.