• Preface

    My name is Seth Sinclaire, and i'm a hunter. And these people walking around me, brushing past without a care in the world, well...there are my prey. I'm standing against the wall of some building by the bus stop, wathcing people get dropped off as they marveled at the high-rises and skyscrapers, picking up the scents of various of restaurants vying for costumers. the assortred scents of gasoline filled their nostrils as they gawked at the world around them. And me, well...i'm smiling--lauging even--but not because i'm happy. But, it's more nervous laughter than anything. There all just so oblivious, so enthralled into their little delusions they call life. I envy them though, at least everyone else doesn't have to worry about protecting everyone when your very existance is to feed on them. A predator protecting its prey, knowing that he would never be able to feast on the prey himself. It was my fault i was in this situation to begin with, i guess this is my repentance for my human life. But, i had to admit being the Guardian of Fallen Angels does have it perks. I mean, who would've guessed i'd be able to fly, and i have to say i'm pretty happy with my silvery white wings. Anyway, it's starting to get dark, and when the sun goes down, the demons come out. It's about time for me to go to work. See ya...