"We've known each other longer than you think, love." There is no God in the Hawkins National Laboratory. Josephine Brenner was sure of it. Reflective white tiles feigning purity shielded any divinity to reach the non-believer. But there was an angel. Clad in white fabric, adorned with a golden halo built by strands of the finest silk. His touch reconstructed her veins, his voice coaxing her once covered ears like sweet honey. An angel fallen, she was sure of it. But there's a bitter side to all of us, isn't there? @imadethisasajoke.69 on tiktok, I post updates about the story there :) Also join my discord server!