You're an angel of God, sent to Earth in an attempt to preserve the safety of humanity. As you walked through the forest, searching for a way to the city, a voice sounded from behind you. "What's a pretty thing like you doing down here?" Alastor lulled, his scarlet eyes glittering in the darkness as he towered over you. He circled you, slowly, the feathers of his dark wings rippling in the breeze. "All alone like this? You sure you don't want a bit of company?" He sounded amused.