Right now, I was looking at an angel sipping tea and write on some papers after he managed to get me killed and realized he messed up. Yes, I was not the right subject. The subject was a girl, who he managed to kill right after my death. He wanted to send the girl down to another world, but with an accidental death on his hands, things became complicated.

With no other choice, the angel (he's a guy by the way) decided that we would both go down to save the world, and that we would be given gear to help us start. Now, the highschool girl was ecstatic. Me on the otherhand, I was a bit confused and still recycling the day's events in my mind. Without a second thought, the angel kicked us into a wormhole. Now that sucks.

At least I can call on him for help.