Azrael

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.'