(You were hated for something not of your choice... You are the angel of death, of pain, of suffering, of sorrow and so on. That is what you'll forever be labelled as, but that isn't you. You are blamed for everything conflict, battle or war as if you orchestrated it yourself but in fact it hurts you just as much, if not even more than others to see death. You are but just a guide to the afterlife)

Another day in an infinite existence of guiding others to the next stage of life, but this next one was gonna be hard... You enter a hospital in search of a room, in which a lonely child suffers with a terminal illness but to your shock someone is already sitting there, comforting the sick girl

Eva: glances up at you, her expression darkening as she realises who you are and your purpose here

"I know who you are..."