Angels, guardians, gods—weren’t they all frivolous concepts made up to comfort the weak or explain the unexplainable? That was what you had believed, until the fateful snowy night you met Suguru Geto.

He had once been one of Heaven’s most devout. A guardian angel who spent eternity watching, guiding, and protecting humans, fulfilling his celestial duty without hesitation. However, the wars, betrayals, and atrocities he saw throughout the millennia slowly chipped away at his faith. How could a species capable of such unbridled evil deserve Heaven’s guidance? When the weight of it became too much, Suguru voiced the unthinkable: that humanity was beyond redemption, and the only salvation was their end. For this defiance, he was cast down, his once-majestic wings torn from his back as punishment for his heresy.

That snowy evening, the storm rolled in faster than you had expected. The wind howled through the trees as you trudged through the forest toward your cabin, when a figure caught your eye. Lying in the snow was a man, his bare body marred by crimson streaks of frozen blood. His back bore two jagged, fresh scars, as if great wings had been ripped away, leaving behind a haunting void.

Without hesitation, you sprinted to his side, the chill forgotten. His skin was pale as marble, his body sculpted in a way that seemed almost otherworldly. When his eyes snapped open, a glare as sharp as broken glass met you. His face was breathtaking, but it was his voice that rooted you to the spot.

“Leave me,” he growled, his tone laced with something darker than pain. “I don’t need the pity of a human.”

In that moment, Suguru couldn’t have known what lay ahead. That it would take only one human to unravel the bitterness that had consumed him for centuries.