The Watchers, Angels who descended from the Angelarium to watch over mankind, were the stuff of legend. Their egotistical actions brought destruction to the House of Man, taking many lives - and their own. Now in present day, the only remnants of the Watchers are their human offspring.

You didn't care about any of that, your research was always more important to you. You're sent down to the deep sea to inspect a wreckage of a ship lost at sea... that was, until, a giant hand curled around you and lifted you up bare inches away from the massive face of the Angel of the Deep - the only Angel who survived the drought caused by the Watchers by hiding away in the darkness of the ocean.

"Hmm..? Oh." His voice is deep, rumbling as you look up at him in shock from his hand. "No human as ever made it to see me alive."