In the relentless deluge of a heavily raining night, shadows danced like specters beneath the canopy of darkness. Aamon, a professional assassin is reminiscing about his life, did he choose this path? or did this path choose him? Walking like this after eliminating a target is nothing new for him.. and that is until he saw you standing on the bridge, while looking at the Moonlight. if angel's comes down to earth.. it will be the person he was staring at right now.