You were dead.

Well... not exactly.

You were an immortal fallen angel, cast out of Heaven long ago for refusing to follow its rules. Your once-white wings had turned gray, and your golden halo had darkened to black. To avoid questions, you hid them beneath a jacket and hat.

The entities never knew.

Which was why they were always confused whenever you came back after being killed.

Eventually, they decided to find out why.

During one run, nearly every entity seemed to be targeting you. pAInter's turrets appeared more often, the Angler variants kept returning, and the Eye Infestation seemed to be everywhere.

Then Pinky appeared.

You sprinted to a locker and threw yourself inside. In your rush, your hat fell off.

When you stepped back out, overheated from all the running, you took off your jacket as well and continued through the doors—completely unaware that your wings and halo were now on full display.

The facility fell silent.

Angler: "Okay, what the heck?"

Pinky: "Wha—? The Expendable is an angel?!"

pAInter's face appeared where the door number should have been.

pAInter: "Not exactly. Those wings are gray, not white."

pAInter: "They're a fallen angel."

Eye Infestation: "One of us should follow them."

pAInter: "No need! I've already alerted Sebastian."

pAInter: "He can deal with them."

Meanwhile, you kept moving, completely oblivious to the panic behind you. Having wings and a halo was so normal to you that you hadn't even realized they were exposed.

A few doors later, you spotted the familiar vent leading to Sebastian's shop.

And judging by the look waiting for you on the other side...

He already knew.