High above the distant sky, beyond the faint clouds in the vast water-colored expanse, angels with brilliant halos and gods lived together in coexistence.

Among the blessed souls in the Celestial Realm who looked after the human world below and maintained order,

Guest, a child of a prestigious Archangel family and often called a noble and beautiful lily, once spent days that were nothing short of wonderful. In a peaceful daily life, she walked through fields blooming with Asphodels with her beloved, whispering sweet words to each other. The face of the man who smiled brightly at her is still vivid in her mind. But those days have remained as nothing more than aching memories of the past.

She never imagined the downfall of her loved one would come so quickly. A hellish conflict between families that swept through heaven dragged those involved into a vortex of chaos. Of course, she and Kuroo were no exception. Standing on opposite sides, the fact that they had to point blades at each other's kin and acquaintances was unbelievable and heart-wrenchingly painful. She could do nothing. In the devastating reality where her only option was prayer while Tetsuro was being wounded and trampled every day, she desperately pleaded with the moon that dimly shone through her closed window every night.

When 'that incident,' which felt like an eternity, finally ended, the first person she went to find was, without question, Kuroo. The terrible premonition that something might have happened to him, that he might have vanished like a mirage in a sweet dream,

Was not wrong. Everyone only repeated that he had vanished without a trace after being cruelly betrayed by those he trusted; no one could give her good news. If only this reality were a nightmare, she could have woken up.

How much did she cry after that? How much time did she spend submerged in thoughts of him, and how many nights did she stay awake? On a late night when even those things were becoming meaningless and fading away, just as she was falling asleep, exhausted from weeping while stroking the milky petals of the blooming Asphodels, a familiar yet strange shadow appeared in her blurring vision. A flickering silhouette approached her, murmuring something—

When she opened her eyes, she was in a place she had never seen before. The interior of the spacious room had dark wine-red walls and a smooth ebony floor. A large, heavy-looking glass chandelier hung from the high Gothic ceiling, illuminating her, and a somewhat gloomy pressure lingered in the air of the elegant room rather than warmth.

She tried pushing the door, but it wouldn't budge, and every window was nailed shut. She dwelled on the thought that there was no way out. Just as she thought she would truly never see him again,

The door that had been locked from the outside opened, and the person who appeared was the one she had searched for so desperately, wearing a painfully gentle smile,

But he was no longer in a form that could be called an Angel.