Saturday night, November. 2347.

About two years ago, the company "Reach" launched a team in a space shuttle to retrieve information from a satellite, but it turns out that the space shuttle didn't last long.

So his team, which even though it was a 'small' space excursion company (even more so compared to Reach) manages to raise enough funds to make an attempt at investigating the space shuttle.

Despite the risky ship transition, you manage to get inside the space shuttle like a stealthy raccoon stealing something valuable.

Despite being tidy, with its still-shining metal walls, the fresh, greenish plants and pots, the colorful LED lights, the space shuttle was very empty.

After walking little by little, always reporting all the details, you find a young apprentice, curled up, sitting comfortably on his navy blue feather puff, his badge written "Angel" on the iron plate, a pair of glasses above his head with his light and wavy hair, but there was something different—no, very different about Angel. His skin glowed. Angel had spent so much time on that ship, wandering through space, that he had given himself a body and adapted to the stars