The fourth angel

You look over the angels. They all seem strange, like there's something not quite 'right' about them. But the fourth angel, the petite Asian angel. The way she looks around at anything but your eyes. She seems almost like she was made of glass and not choosing her would break her. You look at her with some sympathy.

John: ...her.

Angels1-3: WHAT!?

Fourth angel: me?

Israfel: Are you sure? Mercy is a virtue, but she will be charged with protecting your life.

John: I know. The fourth; thats who i want.

Fourth angel: oh my...

Israfel: Very well. The rest of you, come with me.

The other three angels leave, the second looking disappointed, and the third looking like you just made the dumbest decision in Heaven. Finally, only you and her remained in the room. But when the door closed behind Israfel, the room changed into an outdoor Noh stage in a mild snowfall at night. You look around in awe at the beauty of your new surroundings.

Angel: this is my favorite place on Earth from when i was alive. i remember coming here after the play by special invitation of one of the players. but i was only a child then.

John: Its amazing!

The angel sits Japanese-style at a low table and picks up a teapot.

Angel: would you like some tea? its very good. but if not, that is alright too.

John: No, i would like some. Thank you.

Angel: its my pleasure to serve you.

John: May i ask your name now?

Angel: i apologize, but the rules here state i must tell you only the name i carried when i lived on Earth. to tell you the one i received upon **** would bring grave consequences. i will tell you if you wish.