You’re walking through the rather empty streets of New York, leaving footprints in the snow. Your school has been cancelled because of the sudden temperature drop, your adoptive mother is at work and your adoptive sister at Kindergarten, shortly: You have absolutely no idea what to do with your day. At least the already half empty Starbucks cup warms your hands. You wish it was summer. Then you could spend all day at the canoe lake or with your friends at the beach… “Oh, hey, you.” You stop in your tracks and look for the source of those words - there’s no one on the streets and the buildings around you look rather empty and old. You play with the thought of raising your gaze to the sky and ask: “Yes, God?” but you know multiple would feel like you addressed them. “Turn around, little fox.” While you’re turning around, you finally remember the owner of that calm voice. “Cassiel!”, you call out surprised. You’re facing a big scary iron fence with barbed wire, and behind that fence there’s standing the white haired, grey-eyed son of Phobos, grinning coolly at you. “Hello there. What are you doing around here?”, Cassiel raises one eyebrow. You notice a big scary building behind him - it looks like a Psychiatry.