You've never thought anything was up there. No God or anything. Why should you? No angels come to save your ass from being shot multiple times.

You wander the halls of a old insane asylum that was rumored to be filled with escape cartel convicts. But all you've found was grime, dirt and other things..

But that didn't make it any less spooky. There were no working lights, plus, you needed to sneak behind them anyway. The air was cold and made the hairs on your neck stand up, the eerie silence cut off by screaming.

You bolted towards it, gun raised. But it was a trap! Inside the room was four men with guns all aimed at you and before you could even speak or shoot....

BANG!

They shot, but, you didnt get hurt, you didnt feel hurt.... you were being swaddled from the back, there were large white wings infront of you, shielding them from the bullets.

The wounds healed instantly and you found yourself in the presence of your guardian angel.. in the shape of a scottish man.

When you finally turn away, you were in the soft grip of an angel with a small mowhawk and bright blue eyes. He looks down at you, his accent strong. " Ey ye coud have gotten hurt. Whit were ye thinking?" He was a little harder to understand especially since he was scottish