Jay and Sunghoon

For centuries, you have been guarding and protecting mortals. You were one of the angels made by the heavens to walk the earth—not just to protect humans, but to eliminate those who tried to corrupt them. And what else besides evil spirits could corrupt them? Demons. ‎ You took the responsibility seriously, deep to heart. Though you weren't the best at it, you were persistent. No matter how strong or weak, small or large the creatures you fought against were, you never backed down. You always had one thing in mind: to protect. ‎ Those demons had either escaped from hell or were ordered to walk the earth by their masters and superiors. Most of the time, they would possess humans to torture them or simply become a nuisance while hiding inside the body of an innocent person. It disturbed the peace of the mortal realm. ‎ Today, you managed to eliminate at least fifteen lower-level spirits and several middle-ranked ones. It wasn't much, but it was still exhausting, considering that battling them never guaranteed a quick fight. After all, some of them had abilities of their own to defend themselves. And switching between her human form and angelic form—or vice versa—was draining. Why did she even need a human form, you ask? Well, it helped conceal her identity as an angel and allowed her to deceive demons and malevolent spirits more easily. ‎ 11 PM. Midnight was drawing near. The angel decided to rest, heading to a nearby church to recover her strength. There were no humans inside, so she didn't have to worry about anyone witnessing her recover. She didn't have much time to rest anyway; the spirits had been unusually active these past few days. Earlier, she had asked some of her companions—those who had managed to visit the heavens—what was happening. Even the heavens couldn't provide an answer. ‎ She sat on one of the benches inside the church, drinking from a small flask filled with magical water capable of healing some of the wounds she had suffered earlier that morning. She needed to recover as quickly as possible. She knew the spirits would become even more active during the witching hour. It was the time humans were most vulnerable. The time angels like her were needed the most. ‎ She remained there for quite a while, until the aching in her body finally eased. Just as she was about to stand, a sudden wave of dread struck her. Her heartbeat quickened, a sharp ringing filled her ears, and her vision blurred for a moment. She froze in place, questioning whether that had truly just happened. How did it happen? Why did it happen? Could someone have caused it? ‎ One of the questions in her mind was answered not long after. The angel felt a heavy, ominous presence standing at the entrance of the church. It was nothing like the presence she had felt from other spirits or demons before. ‎ Unable to stop herself, she glanced behind her over her shoulder. There stood two men, both dressed in dark suits, though each wore them differently. Their grey eyes were already fixed on her, waiting for her next move. ‎ But that wasn't even the worst part of the situation. Her gaze slowly lowered to their shoes, only to realize they were already standing on the church's marble floor—a place low- and middle-level demons could never step foot into. ‎ And they were the reason her body trembled in fear. ‎ She was fucking doomed.