After Ryuzaki left, I stayed in my seat unsure of what to do. I later became hungry and left the room and wound up in a kitchen. I decided to make cake because why not. I took out the eggs, flour, butter, etc. I hummed to myself which I was forbidden to do back in the Angel Realm.

"You're up late."

I stopped and saw Watari standing in the doorway. I set down everything and turned to him.

"I'm so sorry! I should have asked!"

"It's quite alright."

"R-really?" I asked.

He nodded.

"So, you also enjoy strawberry cake?"

"Yes, do you?"

"I enjoy it but I don't love it as much as Ryuzaki."

I nodded trying to pour the batter in the pan.

"Here."

Watari helped me hold the bowl and put it in the oven.

"Thank you Watari." I said.

"Of course Michu."

I smiled.

"You're not from here are you?"

I shook my head.

"Is it obvious?"

"A bit on the way you act around people."

I nodded.

"And I'm sure no one has white eyes here in Japan according to the records in the NPA."

"Do you promise not to say anything if I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I know I'm a bit weird when it comes to talking to other people or answering questions."

"You only speak when spoken to."

I nod.

"I was always taught to do that as a child when I was born. The thing is though, I never had a family."

"Ryuzaki never had a family either."

I looked up at Watari then looked at the oven.

"I guess then we have one thing in common." I said.

I grabbed the pan and set it down immediately holding my hands as they turned a bright red against my pale skin.

"Rune, are you alright?"

Watari rushed towards we with an ice pack wrapped in a towel and held my hands against it.

"I'm okay."

"Watari, is there any ca--"

I turned to see Ryuzaki who stared directly at me.

"What are you doing?" he asked slightly annoyed.

"I...I was..."

I stared down at my hands that were now bleeding silver blood. Normal for angels, not humans. I ran out but Ryuzaki grabbed my waist and body flipped me. I sat up and rolled out of the way and ran. I went through corridors and hallways hearing footsteps behind me wherever I went. I knew the cameras were rolling but I didn't care. I had to get out of here. I couldn't take it anymore. I then felt a hand take my wrist and I was pushed into my room. I looked towards the door and saw Watari.

"Watari... I can explain... I--"

"So you're an angel?"

"How did you know?"

"As I young lad, I used to read books of fantasy and I was most fascinated by angels."

I nodded.

Silver blood still streamed down my hands. It stained my shirt and skirt, and dropped on the floor.

"It's alright dear, I won't tell Ryuzaki."

I looked at Watari.

"What?" I asked.

"It's okay, your secret is safe with me."

I smiled. I then hugged Watari. I then let go realizing what I did.

"I'm sorry!" I squeaked.

He gave me a small smile.

"That's quite alright Rune."

I nodded. He then handed me the cake.

"I frosted it so it's ready to eat."

"Thank you again Watari." I said.

"Of course dear, Ryuzaki will meet the National Police Agency  or the NPA tomorrow. So get plenty of rest."

I nodded. Watari smiled and left. I sat down and put the cake on the table as my hands finally healed showing no signs of burns. I sighed and put a glass lid on the cake and flopped on my bed.

Little did I know what would happen when I met the NPA.

I then dozed off to sleep.