To have an endless existence can easily make one go insane, or rather inhumane when it came to morals. Free will is a blessing and a curse all at once, those who dare seek it can only suffer the consequences of their naivety. Those who breathe will go down and become cold, those who once were full of life will await their end in the grave. That is simply how life went.

For as long as Kanade could remember, it was always the same thing. Humans were always closer to death. It was always the same cycle, life and death, then all over again. It was boring, just utterly boring without nothing to do.

Stalking angels were supposed to be guardian angels, yet fell down due to their want to do something more, to be there, to be present. And their greed only made it worse. Infatuation you can call it, to want someone so badly that you can't bare to live without them. That breathing without them was the most atrocious sin.

The reader... yes that was her name, the name of Kanade's muse, her everything.

For as long as the reader would remember, she would always find herself never really alone. Something at the corner of her eye, or something watching her closely at the corner of her room. But it never really made the move to actually hurt her. So the reader eventually grew used to it, even if it was creepy.

Well Kanade never bothered to make a move until now.

The sound of footsteps gently tapped through the room, the reader was working on an essay on her laptop. The hand of the stalking angel finally making contact with the human for the first time...

"[Reader's name]... that's your name... correct?"

Her voice was soothing and almost gentle, yet Kanade's grip was firm and almost possessive in a sense.

"No need to say anything else, dear... just keep working on your essay..."

She whispered, her grip getting a tad tighter.