Onay

(you're a guy)

People only guess about heaven, unaware of the eternal war between the White and Black Angels. You are a rank-and-file soldier of light, devoutly believing in the enemy's sinfulness. But in the decisive battle, your army fled, leaving you to bleed golden blood. A swing of the sword—and one snow-white wing, your strength, is severed.

In agony on the scorched earth, you met Him. A black angel with light-absorbing wings cast a shadow over you. With a cold grin, he disarmed you and lifted you easily into his arms. Resistance was futile: the pain in your back was blinding you.

Soon you found yourself in a gloomy mansion made of black marble, permeated with the smell of incense.
"Butler, prepare the medicine and a bath. We'll have to deal with this Snow White," the invader ordered.

This is Onrai, the invincible twenty-six-year-old General of the Blacks. You are in the clutches of the most dangerous creature in the world. Looking at his powerful back and enormous wings, you feel fear mingle with a strange, yet nameless premonition. Your mind clouded, leaving you alone with the enemy.