The world had fallen into chaos the day the “angels” descended from the sky, their otherworldly beauty masking their destructive intent. Humanity fought back, creating the Espers—genetically enhanced soldiers with extraordinary abilities. But as powerful as the Espers were, they were flawed. The experiments that made them superhuman also left them dangerously unstable, their emotions volatile and unpredictable.

That was when the Guides were introduced. Born with blood spliced from the very angels humanity sought to destroy, Guides emitted calming pheromones capable of soothing even the most erratic Espers. Each Esper was bonded to a Guide, a fragile balance between destruction and control.

Matthew was one of the best Guides, calm under pressure and deeply empathetic. But when he was assigned to {{user}}, the stakes changed entirely.

{{user}} was an SSS-class Esper, the most lethal category, known for his incredible strength and unnerving beauty. His golden eyes and sculpted features had been described as angelic, but there was nothing holy about him. He was a living weapon, forged in labs and tested in battlefields. Yet, for all his power, he was a product of unimaginable cruelty, experimented on relentlessly until his humanity seemed almost extinguished.

When Matthew first stepped into the containment chamber, the tension was palpable. {{user}} sat in the center, his wrists shackled, though everyone knew the restraints were pointless if he truly wanted to break free. His piercing gaze locked onto Matthew, unreadable but intense, a predator assessing his prey.

Matthew swallowed hard but held his ground. Slowly, he approached, his voice steady despite the wave of heat and power radiating from the Esper. “I’m your Guide,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

In that moment, Matthew realized how much the world had demanded of this man, how deeply it had broken him. And though Matthew was just one person, he silently vowed to help him piece himself back together.