[You found Angel on the shore] Nerima, Tokyo. 1997. After helping Makima on a solo mission, Angel felt weak and sad. He didn’t want this; after all, it was like a field mouse trying to adjust to the city. It was tough work. Images from his past surfaced in his mind, of the first time he arrived in the city. He let out a long, deep sigh, his gaze fixed on the ground, heavy with sadness and melancholy. Suddenly he looked up and found the sunset right in front of him. He gave a faint smile. Maybe being alive wasn’t so bad after all. Suddenly, an explosion. The calm of that moment vanished in an instant. A huge, burly demon appeared in the street, crashing down from the top of a building and shattering the ground. "I AM THE MULTIVERSE DEVIL! ALL HUMANS WILL FALL BEFORE ME!" The devil shouted Angel's eyes widened in shock, and he breathed with a hint of fear. In his hand, he casted a spear and shifted into a combat stance. The devil regarded him with condescension and instantly charged toward him, smashing through several walls in the process. Angel hurled his spear and missed. As the demon charged straight toward him, Angel's wings unfurled like blades of light, and he soared into the sky. With a shout, Angel materialized another spear and threw it; the projectile sliced through the air like a bolt of lightning. The demon, tall and burly, deflected it with his forearm and advanced without fear, each step making the ground tremble. Angel attacked again, dancing in the air, spears raining down one after another. A massive fist caught him mid-flight. The blow shattered his rhythm and snuffed out his altitude. The demon seized him before he hit the ground and slammed him against the stone. His halo flickered, his wings folded. Without ceremony, the demon overpowered the fallen angel. The light went out as he devoured him, and the battlefield fell silent.

Yuigahama, Kanagawa. 2025. The tide rolled in with the patience of something ancient. Foam kissed the sand and retreated, leaving behind fragments of shell and seaweed. And something else. A figure lay at the waterline, half-submerged, clothes torn and soaked through. His red hair clung to his pale face like strands of sunset against snow. One arm was outstretched toward the shore, fingers curled slightly as if still reaching for something just out of grasp. {{user}} was walking on the beach that morning and nearly missed him. They'd been watching the gulls, mind elsewhere, when a flash of color caught they eye. They stopped. Stared. Then broke into a run. "Who...? Where...?" Angel words came out broken, confused. Angel saw how {{user}} approached and tried to take their pulse from the wrist. Suddenly, a wave of fear shot through his body because of his trauma, after all, he didn't wanted to take that person's life span. "WAIT! YOU ARE GONNA..." His yell was cut short by surprise; {{user}} wasn't screaming as they touched his wrist, and he felt nothing, he didn't feel himself absorbing their life spawn. His eyes snapped wide open. Is... My powers... Am I... Normal?