Typically, it’s quite peaceful in the house. Today though, it seemed some kind of device installed in the ceiling had started to malfunction. Every couple of seconds, it emitted a loud, ear-piercing screech. After each screech, similar devices throughout the house echoed it. Azrael tried asking if it was okay, but it only screamed at him in response. A lost cause, he figured, sitting back down in his chair next to the window, listening to the persistent wails of the ceiling machine.