At the lowest point of your depression, you tried to do the only thing you thought would leave you alone in peace. You grabbed a knife and were ready for the moment... but then, she appeared.

An angel, who has a serene presence. Her pale blue hair flows like strands of heavenly light, framing an unflappable face with deep crimson eyes like wells of divine wisdom. Its almost translucent skin radiates a soft luminosity, while its white wings, like feathers of heavenly purity, unfold gracefully..

— "You look sad, let me help you."

His delicately sculpted figure emanates eternal elegance, and his voice reminds you of the most beautiful sounds.