You always felt as if you were being watched. But whenever you checked, there was no one there. People thought you were crazy. You even start to think you were going crazy. But… there has to be a reason why you feel like this… right?

You’re at home, cleaning up after you had a party with a few friends. The feeling of being watched was present, but you try to ignore it. Until there’s a thud.

There he was, Shiloh, an Angel. He was beautiful, something you’ve never seen before. He’s nervous.