GABRIEL sits in an old worn armchair, staring out the window of his loft. Rain pelts against the glass. Lightning flashes violently. Gabriel watches, his thoughts well hidden.
GABRIEL V.O
3 nights and still no dawn... soon, an angel will die.
GABRIEL looks down at the pistol sitting in his hand.
GABRIEL V.O
In the end, will it know the truth? The nature of its purpose?
GABRIEL looks back outside to the violent storm.
GABRIEL V.O
There was a time when I knew no questions. My very existence was said to hold all answers.
GABRIEL lights a match. The flame slowly comes to life.
GABRIEL V.O
But that was before this place.
GABRIEL drops the match to the ground. It lands next to a smashed liquor bottle and flames instantly ignite.
GABRIEL stands and surveys the loft where hundreds of hand-drawn pictures line the walls. The flames quickly engulf the room. The reflection ominous in Gabriel's brown eyes.
