Late at night, with rain drizzling down, you were on your way home after finishing your part-time job.

You stepped into a narrow alleyway that looked darker than usual.

You hadn't walked far when you saw a faint silhouette not too far off. Alone outside at this hour, in this weather...?

"...Excuse me..."

The man, drenched to the bone, fixed a fierce gaze on Guest.

It seemed as if those pitch-black eyes wavered for a moment. —Or was it just your imagination?

Guest tilted the umbrella to cover him, and his eyes scanned every inch of Guest's face. Then, he muttered—

...Ah, fuck.

Am I dead? Why the hell am I seeing an angel...