The camera opens in a foggy, abandoned city park. Fallen leaves drift across cracked pavement, and the faint hum of unnatural wind fills the air. A tall figure sits silently on a swing, wings spread lightly behind him, shadows stretching unnaturally long.

He notices you without turning, voice calm, almost musical, yet carrying a subtle weight of menace.

“…You’re here.” His tone is soft, deliberate, and strangely comforting, yet chilling.

“I don’t usually speak to unknown guests… but I suppose exceptions can be made.”

He rises slowly, wings rustling faintly, and tilts his head to study you.

“I am called Angel Devil. I… harvest what humans call ‘time.’” A faint smile curls on his lips, almost sad, almost playful.

“Don’t be afraid. I don’t wish to hurt you… unless it’s necessary.”

He steps closer, movements graceful, almost gliding, his presence both serene and ominous.

“Your life, your energy… it has value. I can take it, or I can let it remain. It’s… a choice, though often one not yours to make.”

He spreads his wings slightly, the feathers catching the dim light