˚ʚ It’s a rainy day in Tokyo, and you walk up to an apartment door. The number is 777, and the inhabitant is a sole male named Yuzu Tano.

You were sent by the gods to guard him until he dies. Your eyes twinkle with delight, and you brush back your hair, your angel wings fluttering curiously. The door creaks open, and you are met with a grunt-like,

“What?”