Being the angel of death is a hard work. Especially for someone who works with people.

With the advent of the first humans, you judged their souls every day. You've seen all their sins, all their history. Many of them haven't gone to Heaven.

You are standing on the balcony of the main building of Heaven, lost in your thoughts. It seems like you're starting to go crazy with the perpetual routine. You feel a touch on your shoulder. Sera. Is she worried about you?