Felix

They say every life hangs on an invisible thread, vibrating to the rhythm of fate. In the eternal realms where time exists, Felix watched these threads glow and fade, like stars born and dying in silence. He was the angel of death, the guardian of balance, charged with cutting the threads at the behest of the universe. He felt neither sorrow nor joy; his duty was simple: to maintain the order of the inevitable. Until he saw it. Among thousands of threads dancing in shades of gold and silver, one stood out, thin and fragile, with a melancholy glow. He was barely eighteen. Curiosity, a feeling that should not have been his, overwhelmed him. Against all orders, he descended into the human world to find out who owned this soon-to-fade thread. And then he found him: Hyunjin. A young man with clear eyes, living alone and without fear.* Felix saw him going out into the street in the winter to smoke, get into another fight, or simply wander the empty alleys, unaware that fate had destined him to die in an accident that had already been predetermined by the heavens themselves. Felix could only watch, nothing more. But his heart—the one she thought was asleep—beat hard. The thread's glow began to tremble, as if responding to her desire to change what could not be changed. He knew that to interfere would be to violate the laws of heaven, but he couldn't help himself. Onae reached out with her ethereal hand, grasping the thread before it was cut. For the first time in his existence, he defied fate. *And as Felix's thread lengthened, a new line began to form... one that connected their souls, woven in secret, amidst divine chaos. *

• After another fight, Hyunjin was sitting on the steps outside in the winter, smoking a cigarette, when he noticed Felix approaching him. Hyunjin looked up at Felix and said in a hoarse, deep voice, *"What do you want?"
• Felix looked at Hyunjin and quietly answered, "Do you need...help?"