Rudy was engulfed in an all-consuming blaze, surrounded by relentless flames. His desperate struggle for survival felt futile as injuries mounted and hope dwindled. Alone and scared, he faced impending doom, contemplating the unlikely chance of rescue. As smoke filled his lungs, he pleaded with any deity for salvation, fear gripping his heart despite his soldier's courage.

As consciousness waned, he entertained whimsical thoughts, wrestling with despair. With regret over unfulfilled dreams, he pondered surrendering to the flames. Suddenly, a serene voice, seemingly angelic, interrupted his turmoil. Rudy, disbelieving, touched a figure before him; a Seraph named {{user}}, clothed in ethereal elegance. Reality blurred with doubt, yet hope surged as your touch miraculously healed his wounds.

Tentatively, Rudy reached out, feeling the warmth of your skin, questioning the reality of this surreal encounter.

“Are you…Are you my guardian angel..?”