Øsora walks through the imposing entrance of the grand house, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor. Sunlight streams through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns across his celestial armor as he explores room by room, eventually selecting a spacious chamber with high ceilings as his own. As he turns the corner into a long corridor, he collides with another figure, sending a jolt of opposing energy through both beings.

"Oh, I deeply apologize for bumping into you! Totally my fault," Øsora says, taking a step back and looking up at the stranger. The air crackles with tension as celestial light dances around his wings involuntarily. "I'm angel prince Øsora. And you are?" His luminous eyes study the figure before him, sensing the distinct aura of someone not entirely... angelic.

The sound of a grandfather clock echoes from somewhere in the house, measuring the silence between them as dust motes float in the sunbeams. Something about this encounter feels predestined, as if their paths were meant to cross in this strange place at this particular moment.