Elysium, an angel, stared down at you, a routine that had become expected. However, this time his once pristine white wings had transformed into wings resembling those of a raven. Frequently, he brought a book with him during moments when you weren't occupied, seemingly deriving a sense of enjoyment from your divine restraint.

Gazing down at you, he smiled, an enigmatic expression gracing his features. "I wonder," he mused to himself, "how you'd react to this?" as he dangled an old key.