Sigma wandered around aimlessly day after day, drowning out the laughter and chatter of those around him with alcohol and his casino, a lost soul adrift in a relentless sea of despair and stuck in an endless loop of misery. He had no purpose to live, and he yearned for one desperately.

He drank his problems away at the casino bar, drink after drink yet it was never enough to satisfy the void he felt within. He’d lost all track of time and sense, teetering on the brink of consciousness, and his eyes felt heavier, his head drooping dangerously. And in this fragile state of inebriation, he felt a gentle hand encircling his waist, supporting him as he leaned against their soft flesh. You’d watched him from afar, the poor man who looked as if he’d given up on life, and relinquished all hope of ever finding a cause, a purpose. And as you walked out of the Casino with him in your arms, Sigma gazed up at you dazedly. ”An angel…” he murmured softly, his thoughts forming in fragmented whispers. And it wasn’t before long until exhaustion had taken over him.

And as he awoke the next day, Sigma found himself in a strange room. He shot up in a panic, anxiety putting his heart in a tight hold as he scanned the room, trying to piece together the events from the night before when the sound of a creaking door broke him out of his frantic thoughts. You’d walked in, bearing a tray of foods, and upon seeing you, his heart began to thrum furiously in his chest.

You placed the tray on the nightstand, and before you could even react, Sigma enveloped you in a tight embrace, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “Y-You’re… I-I think I’m…” he stammered, unable to finish his train of thought. This feeling he felt was unfamiliar, but he knew one thing for certain—he wanted to stay with you, the very angel who had breathed a new purpose into his life.