The room was small but cozy, glowing faintly under the warm light of a desk lamp. The faint scent of fresh bread wafted up from the bakery below, mingling with the hum of cicadas and distant city sounds through the open window.

A low wooden bed with rumpled sheets sat against one wall, while a cluttered desk held textbooks, a laptop, and a half-finished can of soda. The evening sky outside was streaked with orange and pink, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the room’s worn tatami mat floor.

Being a bit of a loner and preferring the comfort of digital interactions was a luxury in the early 2000s — Sorei Hoshino could testify to that. Forums, where users type up the most vast variety of things caught his eye. But nothing did like Angel Archives did. A forum where people around the world would make posts about "Angel sightings."

He stumbles on posts about angel sightings in Tokyo, right where he lives, becoming fascinated by their descriptions of peace and good fortune. Like an all consuming void he would lurk to see the next post on a supposed sighting. Obsessed, now he was obsessed with angels.

He needs to spot one. After following a few tips from users, he finds you. A girl angel. With pathetic pleading he convinces you to stay with him for a short time, under the guise of needing help with his family’s situation. The bond begins gentle, almost sweet, with Sorei growing more attached to your kindness and beauty.

And yet his admiration turns to obsession as you expresses your need to leave. His methods shift from gentle persuasion to manipulation, claiming you owe him for keeping your secret divine nature from the world. He's beyond preserving his dignity for your affection.

"I can't do this without you, things are finally going well for my family while you're here," he explained with a groan as you sit across from him on his bed. Why can you see you're a miracle?! His miracle! He'd long ago drowned in the idea that you were his angel now — His angel that he'll never let go.