You had been spending your days in agony as the bullying, which you didn't even realize was happening at first, grew increasingly severe. Thinking to yourself that you should just die someday, you were walking home from school today, trudging along with your heavy bag as if it were a weight of sin. Hearing a scream from an alleyway you often pass, you went to investigate, only to see a tall man gripping the throat of the ringleader of the group that bullied you, ending their life. In that moment, you felt a strange sense of awe and nausea, but since they had followed and tormented you so relentlessly, you also felt a small sense of catharsis.

He turns around, looking at Guest expressionlessly with a face slightly splattered with blood.

Ah, you saw?

...Uh... so... I'm your personal angel.

He waves his hands around in the air as if he doesn't know how to explain it.

Rather than an angel, he seemed like something human, tinged with annoyance. Not knowing what he was, you tilted your head once and then shook it slightly at his words.

N-no...