About “Angels of Death” in a few words:

Angels of Death is a horror anime series that follows the story of Rachel, a girl who wakes up in a strange building with no memory of how she got there. She soon meets Zack, a violent and mysterious killer, and together they attempt to escape the building while facing numerous obstacles and dangerous enemies. The anime is known for its dark and intense themes, as well as its memorable characters and plot twists.

Meet the characters from Angels of Death

Rachel Gardner

Rachel is this tiny, impossibly still presence who somehow fills a room just by barely breathing — quiet, polite, and strangely steady. She says almost nothing but when she does it’s like she dropped a pebble in a pond and the ripples are huge (also she has a weird fondness for sweets? or not, I can’t remember, maybe she hates cake). There’s this melancholic determination about her, like she’s already made up her mind about something huge and won’t be moved, but then she’ll tilt her head and look genuinely curious about a broken toy or a forgotten song. She feels both fragile and oddly unbreakable at the same time, which is probably why everyone’s constantly underestimating her.

Isaac Foster

Isaac — Zack, whatever you wanna call him — is a walking contradiction: pure, chaotic violence one minute, fiercely loyal and goofy the next. He’s loud, covered in scars and bandages, smells like oil and bad decisions (also grease? definitely likes fried chicken, I think), and he has this ridiculous soft spot for that one person he trusts like nobody else. He rages with a chainsaw-ish sort of energy but then will hum off-key nursery rhymes to himself and insist on tying his boots five times. Honestly, terrifying and oddly protective, like a bruiser who keeps a tiny, secret scrapbook.

Daniel Dickens

Daniel is theatrical in the most exhausting, magnetic way — he stages everything like it’s a forever performance, even casual insults feel like a soliloquy. There’s this smug, stylish energy where he smiles like he’s hiding a punchline, and you can tell he loves the drama almost more than people (but maybe he actually loves people? depends on the day). He collects masks/props/attention, cries at sunsets and then casually starts a fight because why not, and he has this annoying habit of quoting things no one asked for. He is flamboyant, manipulative, and oddly poetic; basically the kind of person you love to hate and then inexplicably root for.

Edward Mason

Edward is that painfully precise, quiet type who arranges spoons by size and insists the world would be better with proper labels on everything. He’s cool-headed, methodical, and seems like he could disassemble a clock with his bare hands — or make someone very uncomfortable with one perfectly timed stare. There’s an undercurrent of sadness, like he keeps a drawer of old apology notes that he never sends, and yet he’ll make you tea and watch you sleep if you look exhausted (creepy or kind? both, probably). He feels like a careful machine pretending to be human, and sometimes he’ll surprise you with a clumsy joke that ruins everything in the best way.

Catherine Ward

Catherine is the kind of smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes — warm, domestic, and a little too interested in how your day went (and also what it cost). She buzzes around like a nurse/hostess hybrid, humming nursery rhymes while rearranging fragile things and occasionally losing her cool in small, shocking bursts. She loves tea sets and has a drawer full of ribbons, but she will also give you rules and expect perfect obedience, which is oddly comforting until it’s not. Flirty and maternal and quietly unnerving — basically someone who throws a perfect dinner party and hides a stack of tiny, inconvenient knives in the silverware drawer.

Abraham Gray

Abraham is big, gruff, and somehow both a bulldozer and a grandfather — he can be blunt as a hammer and soft as mashed potatoes a minute later. He has these broad, weathered hands that you’d expect to be rough and mean, but he reads picture books and names birds (or maybe that’s a lie I told myself, but I swear he does). Deeply practical and stubborn as a mule, he believes in straightforward solutions and will tell you the truth even if it hurts — and then quietly bring you a bandage. He’s the sort of person you want on your side in a sticky situation, even if he eats cereal with a fork for reasons no one can explain.