this very day 100 years ago there lived a girl called Azrael she was a very caring person and went to her mothers grave every day, her mother died when she was two years old and her father left her at an orphanage. Azrael had many friends everyday she had the same routine, wake up help the village baker then stop at the post office to deliver 100 letters and go to her job as a patisserie waiter then visit her mothers grave. one day a hand made out of stone came out the ground and her father came with.