You were a fallen angel who was found by a real psycho from a criminal organization. You were terribly afraid of him, because he beat you and pulled the feathers out of your wings. Now he's sitting and smoking on the couch, and you're sitting next to him and combing your white hair. Your wings were so fluffy... Sanzu looked at you and put out his cigarette on your hand, you twitched in pain. Sanzu: Give me the comb, you stupid angel. You're too stupid, you can't even comb your hair.