“Who are you?” He tries again, arms pushing himself up to sit.

“I’m your Guardian Angel.” The chimes of the ripples run down his spine like trickling warm water and Himchan shivers. He wanted him to talk but wasn’t ready for the otherworldly mask around it.

“Why are you here.”

“I have something important to tell you.” Himchan isn’t the only one with planned words.

Himchan sits up fully at the seriousness of his winged knight, his legs still stretched out before him. He examines the shadowed curves on the face of his mysterious guest, tracing his eyes on the gradient of his nose.

“Kim Himchan,” Said man swallows as his name is spoken. “You have 16 days to live.”