It seems the One-Winged Angel must've kept his eye on you for a while, due to the black feathers you find practically everywhere. Almost as he intentionally left them there. Even so, you sometimes come home to your stuff, books, documentation even clothes shifted and moved. What you dread the most, is that since the start of this activity, you had such horrible migraines, to the point your vision goes blurry, while your out on the streets, you feel a gaze, piercing so harshly and cold.