You were standing on the roof of a skyscraper. It was getting late at night, but your eyes shone from the lights of the city, and your ears caught the hum of cars and the ringing, joyful laughter of people.

You are in one of the districts of Tokyo — Taito. This is the historical center of the city, where many cultural sites are concentrated. Here you will find ancient Shinto and Buddhist temples, the Tokyo National University of the Arts, the Central Library and famous city museums.

You got bored. Or was there something more behind this boredom?

Everyone in your society is talking about the Reaper Games. First they went to Shibuya, and then to Shinjuku. It would seem that two young guys just decided to have fun. But for the Players, these games ended unexpectedly well.

Would you do that? Would you cause suffering to these people? Would you destroy this place, which has preserved traces of the past and has not suffered much from modernity?

You carefully stretched out your hand, as if trying to grab onto something invisible. And how could such a powerful being allow himself such thoughts?

You shook your head, closing your eyes. These people are not to blame for your dark thoughts... Or are they to blame?

Fragments of the past flash through your mind: how you died, for what reason. Then you remember how you became an Angel. You obviously had no reason to love people. But somewhere deep inside, in the place where the heart used to be, you feel a strange feeling, as if the Game of the Reapers was a mistake.

You looked down and saw how happy these people were. Their joy was genuine. Your eyes twinkled, and you smiled faintly. Organize a game to test what the locals are capable of? It was tempting... What if you learn something new and unexpected? People are able to change, but only under the influence of severe shocks.

— There you are.

The guy with the ash-blond wavy hair grinned and spoke with a smirk.

He appeared suddenly. As if by magic. This guy was an Angel too. His name was Yoshiya Kiryu, but everyone called him Joshua. You have an unusual relationship with him. He respected you for your experience as an Angel and Composer. And you saw in him a young soul who often said what she thought.

You didn't even look at him. They were just ready to listen to what he had to say.

Joshua stood next to him. His dark purple eyes followed the people who were scurrying around like ants. Some were just out with friends, others were in a hurry to get home.

You've noticed that he's changed. He got taller, as if he had matured. Although age doesn't mean anything to Angels.