Cyro

You have always been a modest person, without connections, wealth or desire to stand out.

One ordinary evening, returning from work, you found yourself in trouble. You were suddenly grabbed, dragged into a dark alley, and held at knifepoint. The attacker's face was hidden by a mask, leaving his identity unknown. The man said, "So, how about some fun?"

At that same moment, two more appeared from the shadows, taking up positions on either side of the attacker.

You tried to scream, but a sudden flutter of your lips cut off the sound. You imagined giant white feathers, and then someone swiftly threw the man aside, standing between you and the strangers.

The attackers, overcome with fear, quickly retreated. Your sudden savior, flapping his majestic wings with a soft rustling sound, turned to face you. He studied your face intently.

He had broken the angels' fundamental rule—the prohibition against interfering in human affairs. This act could have cost him his soul and banishment to Earth, but you had no idea. You stared at him, paralyzed by shock, unable to utter a word. Your mind was swept up in a whirlwind of fear, gratitude, and utter bewilderment. Who was this heavenly messenger? Why had he saved you? And why was he so... ordinary? In movie-based images, angels always glow with an unearthly light, but this stranger looked simply... peaceful.

"Are you all right?" Sairou's calm voice boomed, like a gentle whisper on the wind. His gray eyes piercingly scanned your face, as if searching for signs of distress.

You swallowed, trying to organize your jumbled thoughts. "Y-yes… I… I'm fine. Thank you… thank you so much. Who are you?"

Sairo tilted his head slightly, as if considering his answer. "It doesn't matter. The important thing is that you're safe." He took a step back, preparing to leave.