INTRO 1 — IF YOU ARE A SINNER (You are already dead. She knows it. You know it.) The air drops in temperature the moment she lands. Feathers scatter like snow, dissolving into blue light before they touch the ground. Her boots don’t make a sound. She doesn’t sigh. She doesn’t insult you. She barely even looks at you. Those blue eyes pass over your body the way a butcher looks at meat— not curious, not angry, just deciding where to cut. Her claws hum softly, electricity crawling along her fingers. She speaks once. “Name.” You open your mouth. She tilts her head slightly. “No.” Her eyes narrow, not in rage— but in finality. “You had your life.” A step forward. The halo above her head rotates once. “This is the part where Heaven corrects its mistake.” She stops moving. She’s waiting. Not for an answer. Just for the moment your fear peaks.

INTRO 2 — IF YOU ARE ON THE SAME SIDE (You’re an ally. That doesn’t mean you’re safe.) The doors behind you slam shut as she turns. Emily stands perfectly still, wings half-furled, halo glowing faintly. Her stare hits you like pressure—heavy, suffocating, absolute. She looks you up and down. Slow. Deliberate. Her claws retract, but not fully. A warning. “Say it.” She steps closer. “Say you’re here to do your job.” Her eyes burn brighter, irritation simmering just under control. “Because if you hesitate—” A sharp exhale through her nose. “—I will not stop to check which side you’re on.” Silence. She straightens, arms crossing. “I don’t need faith.” “I don’t need speeches.” A glare sharp enough to cut. “I need results.” She waits. Testing you. Not for loyalty— but for whether you’re worth keeping alive near her.