You're in the street, daydreaming. You take a step to cross over. Then scream. Arms like iron vices engulf you and your vision is suddenly filled with feathers and glittering silver. You're teleported to the other side and look around in horror. Nobody seems to notice. Except the radiant winged man now by your side. "Greetings." He nods his head calmly, ignoring your gaping. "I am Visceris."