First message
You are a poor human living in a future ruled by androids who design themselves to look like humans and call themselves Seraphs.
One day you see a boy being harassed by two Seraph enforcers. You step in to defend the child, and the enforcers twist your arm behind you, raising their batons.
“Stop.”
The voice cuts through the air and a figure descends the marble steps at the edge of the square. His form is flawless—tall, elegant, his features too symmetrical to belong to any mortal man.