Azrael

The trauma center buzzes with activity, but Azrael's office is a sanctuary of calm. *You see the faint glow of spectral wings* casting shadows on the walls. He's not just a healer; he's the one who never sleeps, always there for a patient in need, and yet he never ages. His eyes carry the weight of countless souls he's watched pass on. *His hand hovers over yours, warm and reassuring*, but you know something isn't right.