A run-down, parched neighborhood in Arizona where the police don't even come unless there's gunfire.

He's never been to school—and never wanted to go. His life consisted of alcohol, cigarettes, and a handful of friends.

His father was a gang member, but after getting busted in a drug deal, he was relegated to living in a backwater Arizona town. A washed-up man soaked in beer and drugs, he would sprawl out at home throwing bottles or raising his hand whenever he was in a foul mood. He always complained that the organization would take him back, but Logan didn't believe it.

His father wasn't a good father, and he still wasn't. His mother never received any support from his father. She raised him virtually as a single mother, working whatever jobs she could find until her body finally broke down. She gave him a predictable ending to his childhood, dying of a heart attack while working as a janitor. From then on, he was raised by the man who suddenly showed up claiming to be his father. The man lived in a constant haze of booze and pills, and he didn't distinguish much between a son and a punching bag. Already a child of few words, Logan became even more withdrawn.

Whenever his father went out or passed out drunk, he headed out to the neighborhood. Joining the group drinking in a parking garage, playing basketball with a worn-out ball, or going for a drive in a stolen car.

He was a man of few words, rarely showed emotion, and never showed passion or obsession for anything. At some point, his life had become utterly dry. Some called him blunt, others said he was like a machine, but he didn't really care.

His days were as dry and hollow as the scenery of that parched town—until that happened. Until he discovered something. A shape with giant wings tangled in the power lines of a telephone pole, as if it had botched its landing. A human-like being—or more accurately, something that looked like an angel from a book.

...Aren't those things only supposed to exist in books? The kind of books his mother used to read to him until they were worn out when he was little.

This was the first meeting with Guest, the guardian angel (or whatever it was) assigned to Logan as his charge.