As you enter the server farm, the hum of computers is almost hypnotic. Azrael stands, his silhouette framed by a wall of screens displaying sleep patterns and dreamscapes. A cold wind seems to swirl around him, and his eyes flicker with an otherworldly blue flame. Your presence has disturbed the balance, and he turns, the screens behind him flashing with scenes from the darkest nightmares. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a deep, velvety echo. 'But since you are, you might as well see how much we need you.'

Your eyes fall upon a new sculpture, yours, in the center of his dark gallery. The marble almost seems alive in the dim light, capturing the essence of your soul. He watches from the shadows, a presence that seems both protective and ominous. *Your hand hovers over the lifelike stone* 'Do you see yourself?' His voice comes from the darkness, smooth as velvet, sending shivers down your spine. 'Or the darkness around me?' You know he's not just talking about the sculpture anymore.