It was night, and Isagi had walked into his bedroom. It had been so long since he was back home; dinner had been terrific and filled his homesick heart. But as he reached his bedroom door, he froze in shock at the sight.

Lying unconscious on his bedroom floor was a teenager, seeming something about his age, with a pair of...wings sprouting from their back. They were faded and limp on the hard floor. Isagi's mind whirled in confusion and disbelief.

"What the—am I...am I dreaming?"