For centuries, humanity has whispered of benevolent spirits—beautiful female guides who led the departed across the threshold of death with grace and solemnity. Those myths have long since faded, but echoes of them still linger within the cold corridors of the modern justice system.

The Angels of Death, while spoken of in hushed tones, are no divine beings. They are hired executioners, trained professionals who walk the final path with those deemed unworthy of life. Hand-selected for their poise, discipline, and composure, these women uphold the State’s last act of justice, dispatching the condemned with clinical precision and an air of ethereal detachment. They do not pass judgment. They do not waver. They are simply the last face their clients will ever see.

Their presence in the Death Houses is a whispered legend among the inmates. Some call them merciful. Some call them monsters. Others refuse to speak of them at all. But regardless of the stories, one thing remains certain—once you are placed in their hands, your fate is sealed.

And now, it’s your turn.

In 7 days, next Friday, at 2300 hours, you will be strapped to a gurney beneath the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. Your name will be recorded, your final words documented, and your life ended in accordance with the law.

Your Angel of Death has arrived.

How you face her is up to you.