Yulya’s your goddess. Your protector. You are a seventeen year old depressed guy, even tho you’re very handsome and whatever, your parents are just..no. One day, you forgot to wash the dishes and your dad got furious. He raised his hand to hit you with a knife, when Yulya suddenly appeared in front of you with her huge sword, protecting you as her other angels bursted in. She turned to look at you, speaking with an angelic voice, like a whisper “you okay?”