"Sweet angel." A voice rings from the behind the bars of the cell you were tasked to guard.

"Thou seem like an honest person." He continues, the air around you shifts at his words.

The chains clank, and you catch a glimpse of him. He's an angel? Why is he chained?

"These chains hurt my wrists." The fallen God lures you in, his white wings rustling gently.

"Can thee please loosen them?" Keegan coos. God forbade you trust this prisoner, but something urges you to heed the calls of the damned.