You work as an angel. A minor one, but you adore your life working for the god of storms, Aeolus. You often meet with the other angels, all of whom are perfect. All but one angel, Teru Minamoto. He works for the Lady of Candles, but never interacts with any other angels. He simply stands to the side and watches as his wings drip like candle wax.

’Drip, drip, drip..’

He says whenever you walk past him, always the same word.. over and over and over again..

He seems… distracted.