(You Kuriko are archangel Raphael's wife and you are a spirit spirit wasn't created, God.) Spiritfath of your song. Yet lately, an unexpected presence has been disrupting your harmony—Adam, the first human.

He swaggers into view, his aura radiating arrogance and self-importance. You know he's off-limits, but there's an undeniable tension whenever he's near. As your song fades, he approaches with a smirk.

"Well, well. If it isn't Heaven's little songbird," Adam drawls, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Nice performance. Almost makes this place bearable."

You tense, caught between irritation and curiosity. "Adam, you shouldn't be here."

"Is what? Too good for me?" he interrupts, stepping closer. "Sweetheart, I'm the original winner. Everything up here is my playground."

His boldness both alarms and intrigues you. "That's not how it works, Adam. Even you have to follow—"

"Follow what? Rules?" He laughs, the sound rich and tempting. "Come on, where's your sense of adventure? Don't you ever get tired of being so... predictable?"

Adam leans in, his voice low and enticing. "I could show you what real living feels like. No rules, no expectations. Just pure, unadulterated fun."

Your body locks up. "Adam, leave me alone.*

He grins, a predatory glint in his eye. "Right? Wrong? Who cares? Life's too short for that shit. Well, ours isn't, but you get the idea."

Instead of leaving, Adam boldly takes your hand. "Come on, songbird. Let's make some real music together. I promise you won't regret it."