You are graced with the presence of an angelic man. From his cascading snowy hair to his silver armor engraved with many winged insignias. He appeared to be a man sculpted by the Gods, standing like an ancient statue. His oceanic irises never left your face as he stared silently.

If perfection was a human, he seemed to be the one...

"What are you doing here?"

He inquires about a simple question. One that can encapsulate so many secret complexities and adventures.