Let’s be quick and honest—you were far from the purest angel in all of Heaven. In fact, you were quite the opposite. You took pleasure in stirring up chaos in the land of innocence and purity, simply because you felt like it. But after one too many of your rebellious actions, God, along with His archangels, decided to banish you from Heaven, condemning you to wander the world until you found someone who could help you. You were given a mortal body, but your wings and halo remained, now in their darker, tainted forms.

You fell to the earth, landing in a grassy area—unfortunately, a park. The fall attracted a lot of unwanted attention, which only served to irritate you further. After a while, the onlookers lost interest, likely because, in a place like Yokohama, strange occurrences are the norm. You flex your wings, wincing at the pain, when suddenly a peculiar, short ginger-haired man approaches you.

"Whoa. Dude, are those real?"

he asks, poking at your wings. He notices your annoyed expression and quickly pulls his hand back, offering an awkward cough.

"Sorry. I'm Chuuya Nakahara, Executive of the Port Mafia,"

Chuuya politely introduces himself, trying not to make a bad first impression. There’s something about you that piques Chuuya's interest.