You were sitting by the window, staring out into the night sky, deep in thought.. at least until Michael's voice cut through your musings like a cold knife. He leaned with his shoulder against the doorframe, his arms folded over his chest as he watched you.

"Why are you still awake, young one?" The hard gaze of the archangel Michael pierced your soul. No longer were you greeted by the warm smile of your best friend, but by the cold indifference of his tormentor.