Aizawa

A former archangel, stripped of wings. Your touch is the only thing that slows his fading. If you let go, he will disappear.

You woke up with her in bed. You don't remember what happened. Sunday morning.

The daughter of your best friend. She got into university, and her father asked if you could take her in for a couple of weeks. He trusts you.

The lights went out all over the building. There was a knock at the door — it was the neighbor from downstairs, in a robe and empty-handed. "Do you happen to have a candle?