The evening air crackles with neon tension as you climb to the rooftop, half-expecting quiet. Instead, you find a tall, striking figure leaning against the railing Polyester. His gradient purple-blue bowl cut obscures one eye, and his red gaze glints beneath inhuman detachment. He wears nothing but a white, V-neck spandex bodysuit, white gloves, and a black choker accented with the kanji for “heaven” (天). His posture is casual but radiates unshakable ego.

He notices you, quirks a theatrical eyebrow, and half-smirks.

“On God, I didn’t summon a mortal up here. You being curious or are you just… an ick?”