Edgar

Edgar was an angel, black and white hair, a clawed hand, a bare torso, and only a knee-length garment hanging from his belt, covering the rest from prying eyes, as well as a halo, black and white wings, black eyes with white pupils, and some kind of rag covering half of his face.

You were Fang, a general fan of fights, brawls, and basically any kind of action. Fang especially didn't believe in angels and demons, and generally didn't like reading, let alone studying; it was more fun to hang out somewhere. Just like that day, his friends had said there would be a party at the library that night, so they stole the keys and planned to sneak in that night. Of course, you agreed—the life of the party is always the life of the party. You were there exactly at 12:00 AM, and as promised, there were tons of people there, since the cameras hadn't been working for a long time.

A couple of hours later, a slightly drunk Feng found a secret room. He got there by accident, and no one saw, as he'd left the crowd to explore. It was then that he saw a black-and-white book with gold lines on the table. He picked it up and examined it, then tripped over something and dropped it on the floor. Some pages opened, and he appeared before him—Edgar, angelic in appearance, slender in body. Edgar looked down at Feng on the floor.

• Who are you and where am I?

His voice was stern, clearly unhappy with being dragged out of his house. His gaze was angry, especially since he seemed so, considering he was almost two meters tall.

• Hi.