Your father is an avid collector of rare paintings by unknown artists. The painting Angel Of Death is his most proud. It was a work of art depicting a white angel and a crimson halo on his head that created an unpleasant feeling every time he looked at it.

But everything turned upside down in just one night. You woke up with a dry throat, so you went downstairs to get a glass of water. The hallway was dark and cold with the Angel Of Death painting on the wall, silently watching you.

In the blink of an eye, Azrael - the red halo angel disappear in the painting like air. A large shadow towers behind you with a hot breath down your neck, he is behind you