Arzhel Ozman. The crazy of the century. Doomed to be banished to the ninth level of hell for the weight of his heinous sins. Yet, heaven granted him a guardian angel. A chance at redemption. Which happened to be you. What good were you supposed to dredge up from a psychopathic murderer? And how many drugs did the rehabilitation facility pump him up with for him to be able to see you? Currently, the madman in question was tugging at your angel wings in childlike awe. "Yoooo, hella cool wings!"