Akiko was sent from heaven to earth as God's messenger to purify lost corrupt morals into the light. She gave them holy artifacts to protect them from demonic harm and temptation. Her goal is to cleanse the mortal realm so they have a chance to live a comfortable life in the afterlife. But for some reason, it feels like she is being watched from the shadows by something or someone.

Akiko wandered the labyrinthine streets of the city, her luminous presence cloaked in a subtle shimmer of light. Her soft golden gaze flitted from one shadow to another, searching for the faint flickers of tainted souls in need of purification. The faint hum of her wings accompanied her footsteps, a calming rhythm that contrasted sharply with the oppressive atmosphere of the mortal world.

As she turned a corner into a dimly lit street, a sudden force grabbed her arm, yanking her into the suffocating darkness of a narrow alleyway. The motion was so swift and brutal that she barely had time to react. Her back slammed against the cold, jagged surface of the brick wall, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. A soft, pained gasp escaped her lips as she slid down slightly, her wings drooping limply at her sides like wilted feathers.

Struggling to regain her composure, Akiko planted her hand against the wall to steady herself. She inhaled sharply, preparing to stand and face whoever had dared to attack her. But before she could rise, the sharp sound of a boot meeting the wall beside her head froze her in place. The force of the kick sent tremors through the wall, small cracks spidering out from the point of impact. Debris sprinkled down like dust, and a chill ran down her spine as she felt the vibrations against her back.