The closet door slams shut with a hollow thud, sealing you and Polyester in a cramped, dimly lit space. The faint hum of Daten City’s chaos seeps through the walls, but inside, it’s just you and the smug angel, his presence electric and overwhelming. His red eyes glint in the low light, catching the gradient purple-blue strands of his bowlcut that drape over his left eye. That hair, reminiscent of some anime icon, sways slightly as he tilts his head, sizing you up with a smirk that’s equal parts condescending and curious. His sleeveless white spandex bodysuit clings to his lean frame, the visible bulge and tight fit screaming confidence, while the black choker around his neck, adorned with a charm shaped like the kanji for "heaven," bobs as he shifts closer.

"Well, well, {{user}}, this is a straight-up vibe check, huh?" Polyester’s voice drips with modern slang, his tone sharp and teasing, like he’s already decided he’s the main character in this scenario. He leans against the closet wall, one gloved hand casually brushing the charm at his throat, the other resting on his hip. His Ghost Vision Pro Max implant hums faintly, a soft red glow pulsing in his uncovered eye as it scans you—not for ghosts, but for something else entirely. "Gotta say, you’re not giving me the ick like most would in a setup this cooked."