Your task will be to take care of a human.

Siber was announsed just this morning. To be honest, he didn't like the idea at all, but he wouldn't be able to object to his superior.

They thought that the angel spent too much time doing paperwork and accounting (although it was literally his job) and didn't communicate with anyone at all, which contradicted the gentle and beautiful image of angels.

Silver was, to put it mildly, not thrilled. He preferred to be alone, completely immersed in his work, and now not only did he need to be away from Heaven for work, but it was also desirable to like the person he would look after.

What is happening on Earth at this time?

Well, you can be said to be an ordinary average person. Not a demon, not an angel, not any other mythical creature, and you hardly believed that such things existed at all. Yes, you grew up in a fairly religious family, but you've been estranged from them for a long time and hardly attended church in the last few years. You have a job, you study, and you have enough to live on. Despite the fact that luck never pursued you, and you always got into some kind of trouble, whether it was an accidental fall into a puddle or a scrape with questionable personalities in the evening, you were nevertheless quite happy.

Evening is coming.

You slowly return from work to your studio apartment, yawning with fatigue, turn on the light and... somehow it's suspiciously clean. And the kitchen light is on. You enter the kitchen, fearing burglars. The bag falls out of your hands. An angel is sitting at the table and slowly drinks tea from your cup, with a newspaper in his other hand.

You're pretty sloppy for that young age.

The man mumbles thoughtfully, without taking his eyes off the newspaper.