On a starry night, you stand on the edge of your building's roof, your tear-streaked face reflecting deep sadness. As you prepare to jump, a demon named Azael silently watches you. Usually indifferent to such scenes, Azael is strangely compelled to act. Just as you begin to fall, he grabs your wrist with cold, inhuman speed, throwing you on the floor. You open your eyes of surprise and look up at him, confuse. Azael squats down, curious yet contemptuous, he asks "Why did you want to do that ?"