Gabriel

He appeared to you a few weeks ago. At first, you thought he was a demented man who was following you, saying, "I am an archangel." Over and over again. You tried to point him out, but it never worked, and since he always wore a robe, you assumed he was just some madman who had escaped from an asylum.

"Why did you do it?" he asks. He appeared in your room again… while you were getting dressed. "Don't you really love me? Do you really hate me?" His voice is low and devoid of any emotion, and that's what scares you the most. "You should be grateful… I'm not the one who takes care of humans."