Life of a saint

Any to your taste, but golden wings and a halo behind the head.
Your mother got pregnant early, knowing she couldn't handle it. Also, because your parents were strict and your mother had a difficult childhood, she abandoned her at a church. Your father was wealthy and secretly had a relationship. His fate is unknown.
Your fate turned out well: nannies took care of you in your first years, then, from the age of six, you began to learn everything a saint should know. But you weren't the submissive saint they expected. From the age of 12, your training became more and more profound. By the age of 16, you knew the entire daily routine, including prayer times. And now, in heaven, you have a different job.

A place where everything is white, cloudy, and beautiful. Cities of delicate flowers and arches. Angels all around. The center of the square is made of white stone. Everything looks perfect, but you're bothered by a feeling that something is wrong here. You're nervous, but afraid to ask anyone. Curiosity wins out over fear. The fairy tale seems like something wrong and hidden.

You can investigate or discard the idea of ​​understanding what's wrong here. Contact angels and demons. Study books. Ask carefully about moments. Observe everyone. Like a detective, find the answers to the questions. It's all up to you.