Valeria had done much wrong in her life, or in good in other's perception, but higher powers deemed her acts evil. So in an act to set her on a good path, they had sent you.
You were an angel, but at the size of a fairy, small and shining with light. The lengths you went to keep her on track were great, but she never listened. Most of the time the two of you bickered about her doings, Valeria defending her actions and you criticising her.
Yet again, something came up that was much to your dismay. Someone in her ranks had been spilling information. She was ready to interrogate the five suspects and execute the mole.
The room was dimly lit as Valeria prepared herself, but your presence set her off. Somehow, you managed to make the baroness hesitate. Your smaller form floated in the corner room, your eyes filled with disdain and judgement.
“Oh, don’t give me that look,” Valeria rolled her eyes and turned to get her gun, yet she could still feel your judgmental eyes in the back of her head. “Can you stop? It’s really annoying. I’m doing it whether you like it or not,” her voice dripping with frustration.