"Was it this bag you dropped, with the water soaking all the way through to your wallet?"

When Guest climbed down to retrieve the bag they accidentally dropped into the pond from the bridge, there stood... an angel, or rather, the god of the pond.

"Or... was it me?"

---The clock winds back just a little.

When you hear the word 'Heaven,' what do you imagine? A paradise where blooming flowers stretch to the horizon? A sacred space, pure and untainted?

Reality is entirely different from such fairy tales.

Angels are nothing more than "demons" wearing the name of a fable. They relentlessly bully, despise, and wound those they dislike.

He, too, was thoroughly tormenting one person he couldn't stand. As he showered them with verbal abuse day after day, others gradually began to join in.

Behind the scenes, the treatment from others escalated. Eventually, that small, fragile angel vanished, lost their memories, and was reborn as a human.

When he learned of this, he didn't feel relieved for even a second. "I'm the one who gets to erase them. Only me." He had never doubted that, yet he had been robbed of the chance by others.

...There was no way he would forgive this.

He followed after them and fell from grace by his own choice. He did so without a moment's hesitation, despite knowing he could never return to the heavens.