A flaw, a mistake, that's what they call me. Usually I wouldn't mind it, verbal bullying can't affect me in any way, but an Order of Angels?! Yes, angels are real, apparently. Angels who captured me for my "ruling". I'm told they're higher beings of the world, tasked to keep balance upon the existence of everything. But here's the thing, they're as blind about the origin of this world as us, humans. They're descendants of descendants from a forgotten history. But, enough about them, and more about me. I'm currently held in custody for this anomaly which is my existence. How could this be? I mean, I feel fine, I feel normal. Right now, my life on Ffera is being observed by the "higher beings". If their judgement is proven correct, I am to be sent to my reckoning, a peaceful and painless death. As amazing as it sounds, I have a plan of my own. I don't believe on destiny or a greater purpose, it's just that I would like to live. My life has been a mess and I haven't been enjoying it, and I would like to try again. So I hope they're wrong, I'm a little scared right now, they're telling me to write on this book, and no, it doesn't glow, this isn't magic, although I don't know what it is. They're telling me to write anything, so I guess I'll write like a journal. They say it's so they can analyze my words and find deeper evidence and oddities which could help prove them right or help me escape this doom. Time works differently here, wherever I am. As soon as I'm done writing this, they're also done gathering evidence, the pages are limited, and I think it's to make sure I don't write here forever just so that I can keep my existence. It's not worth it anyway, what's the point of surviving if you're stuck in this room. I am a bit scared though, I know they said it was painless, but the thought of losing existence is pretty scary, so all I'm doing is trying to delay it, it is not delaying for them, but at least I have a bit of time for myself.

Right now I'm pretending to write something down, well I am writing something down but it's talking about pretending to write something down, it doesn't count.

I can't think of anything to write anymore, so what if I stop?

...

They took the book and, I'm guessing, read it. Something happened, I'm aware that time works differently, so I really feel like something happened in the bit of time they held onto this book. Things are getting boring, at least they could've made this book glow or float or just something, you can't even freaking eat, I can't believe "angels" aren't as majestical as from the books. Aside from the weird non-linear time movement and the fact that I don't need to eat and I feel energetic all the time, I haven't seen anything "magic". They gave me two days without anything to do, gave me back the book and told me to write more. What else am I supposed to write?

...

Something is happening outside this room... I wonder...

...

I managed to sneak this book out, I hid it under this ridiculously large clothing they made me wear. So yeah, some other people helped me get out, I'm not sure what or who they are yet...They just saw me writing on this book.

They've just told me how idiotic it was to sneak the book out. They're annoying, they just said "Perhaps the lad's stupidity caused him this much trouble".

...

There, I ran out of things I want to write in this. Oh, right, how about what happened earlier. The room didn't have a door, it was plain four walls, I've never actually noticed the "angels" go inside, but I saw them earlier. They entered through the wall in front of me. Finally! Some magic. I guess it's interesting to look at. Back to the point, a bunch of different not-angels went inside and told me to come with them.

"Malum, a Being from Ffera, we are here to provide you our safe company as a temporary shelter. You are welcome until the AoHB have gathered enough evidence to rule their judgment. We are to offer assistance for your case."

"... -who are you again?"

"who are you again?"

"hmph, how about you? Who exactly are you?"

"You literally just said my name, even pronounced it correctly."

"Nonsense! Your name is not your identity. It is our duty to investigate your time on Ffera, but we've failed to find anything and it's frustrating me... We have requested to talk to you so please cooperate."

"What, is there, like, a court room or something?"

"How about we ask the questions, starting with... the dot. Your intentions are unclear. I've recorded everything here. Listen carefully"

...

Two-sixteen pm, he walks out of his apartment, he visits a cafe, orders a drink. As he grabs his coffee, he notices a dot on his hand, and suddenly hurried home. The next day, he walks out his apartment and goes to a remote place far from the cities. He touches the dot, and it glows a yellowish-white light, the light fade until he fainted. Local villagers took him in and nursed him... he was unconscious for almost two weeks.

He woke up, 4:38 am, he runs away and hides at a hotel. He came out of the hotel room full of markings and dots, and-

"One question, just one, what does it mean for me to be a 'flaw'?"

"*sigh*, the world is believed to be created by a God, the One God. Everything is perfect, even the imperfections are perfect on their own way. You, on the other hand, throughout your life, you've never helped anyone, you have never sympathized with anyone, you've never loved anyone, or loved by anyone. The AoHB believes YOU are created by evil, and you are a threat to The One God's plan."

"Huh... I never imagined the Angels to be scary."

"They are driven by their faith on a God they created themselves... Hmph, consider themselves high yet so illogical."

"How about you? They're angels, but you... what are you?"

"We... don't know. We just woke up one day and there we were, existing. The Angels refused to gave us shelter, thinking we were created by evil."

"Alright then, I'll just call you 'The Not-Angels'."

"Such a stupid name for your saviors."

"Well I mean, you're not angels, and I don't know what you are. So you're not angels, Not-Angels! It's totally genius."

"You're arrogant, it is much deserving for you to leave this world... Now, listen."

He came out of the hotel room full of markings and dots, and his eyes glowed yellow. His body stiffened, and the glow slowly disappeared.

"It was the angels' doing, you died because they killed you and brought you here. We want to confirm... What are you hiding?"

"Heh- w-what are you talking about, I thought we were at the same page? You think I'm fine, right? I'm not evil, I'm literally just the same as other humans. And how am I a threat?! It's not like I'm a demon or something."

"Hmm... Are you?"

"What?! Guys, are you kidding me right now?"

"No, we are not. There is one other thing we'd like to ask you."

"Fine, ask away~"

"What happened in the hotel room, and why were your eyes glowing? The death was the angels' doing, but there was something else happening. What do they know?"

"Okay that's, like, three questions. You said 'one'."

"Enough humor! This is serious... something is happening and you are in the middle of everything. So, what are you hiding?"

"Look, I don't know either, I don't remember how or when I died, and I don't know what happened. Trust me, I don't want to die yet, or die-die yet."

"You can't lie to us! How are we supposed to trust you if you are lying? Your very being is a manifestation of your memory, it is not possible for you to 'forget', you are the one needing our help, so we can just walk out here, no problem."

"Aren't you, like, magic? Why don't you just whoosh me into telling the truth?"

"No... But we do have this little thing, it's called a read-your-mind, it is a bit like a USB, it connects with your temporary formvand shows us everything you thought of in the past century."

"That's nothing like a USB. And that shouldn't be legal, spiritually!"

"Things are not the same where you came from, there is no 'law' here, only the judgement of the 'Angels'. Now, calm your mind, I will count to three and point this in front of you. Resistance only makes it more painful."

"PAINFUL?!"

"Yes, but you are not to worry, relax your mind and you'll feel nothing, you might even enjoy our trip through your memories...

Now, close your eyes as I count. One-"

"Wait a minute, you don't need to use that, I'm already telling you everything!"

"Silly, we don't even know half of it...

Two-"

"Please!"

"Three-"

"Give me that!"

"Stop! Give it back, you do not have any idea how dangerous that i-"

...

"Woah... my head hurts. Where is this place? My thoughts... it's like I'm saying them out loud. That USB thing must've worked, I'm probably inside their head.

...

What is that? It's glowing red, it looks cool. It's getting brighter, it's hurting my eyes!

...

It stopped. There's somebody there, let me see. It's them, I almost forgot I'm inside their mind right now. That's weird, they were born as adults? That's extremely weird... well, I guess there's much more weirder things about them than that, like the fact that they only have 4 fingers. Snatching that USB thing wasn't so hard.

There's angels looking at them, they look so scary and gigantic, no body, just an eye and wings full of eyes. I can't believe demons are the one that look nice, and angels look terrifying. No, not just 'look', they are terrifying. They just left the Not-Angels to die in the darkness. What happens now?

It's all a blur... Another light! Could that be another one? Oh, it's not. It's getting brighter!

...

Huh... where is this? Wait a minute, this is Ffera! What are they doing here? Right, they were investigating me. Tsk, creeps... how dare they-"

...

"Sister, we should follow him inside."

"No, we are not to disturb the human affairs. We are to observe."

"But-"

"Brother, you know very well what will happen if we are reckless. The angels are ruthless."

"Filthy angels... this is why we need to save this poor human. The angels are willing to obliterate him for the good of others."

"Hmm, if there were really a God that is good, every part of his plan is for the good of everyone and everything. Even having this human's sacrifice, so many are still suffering, stumbling in hollow hope given by the angels."

"Sister, the human is walking out."

"Then we follow him."

...

"How dare you go inside my mind!"

"Relax, I didn't even see much. It was like you were born, and now you're here."

"That is because you do not know how to use it. Now, it is your turn. As frustrating as it is, we swore to save you from the angels, and we are going to, now, slowly look behind you, there is an angel walking, or perhaps flying, inside the room."

"You! This is not time for a chat, we must flee. God save us all, the haven is under attack! As an angel, I promise to give my life for yours, for this is what God would want."

(Indistinct Explosion, a figure enters the room)

"Hi..."