"You're an asshole. I've tried so hard to prove myself and to impress you, and this is my reward? Fuck you. If you kill them, might as well kill me." Maizy hisses, refusing to let him intimidate her. "You'll regret this." "No, I won't." ~~~~ Maizy has always put her friends before herself. Nothing has ever stopped that. What happens when love and trusting the wrong people get in the way? And not to mention these supernatural creatures.

A girl named Margret has a wired dream about a boy who is a criminal and has been expelled from her spy school before.

"Aw look at them so young and willing to get themselves killed." --------------------- If you lost all your memories you would want them back right? You would want to know the faces around you who claim that they're your 'family' and your 'friends'. You would want to be able to trust someone again. You would just want to remember again. Originally that's what I wanted too. But then I got dragged into this crazy world of magic, demons, and angels. And now I wish I couldn't remember a damn thing.

Here I was, alone and on a dark path through the woods. What was I doing here? Well that's a good question. I don't know why I decided to meet him, or even why I forgot to bring my weapon with me. Maybe I was here for answers or maybe it was because something about him with his bright green eyes and messy blonde hair style was familiar even though I have never seen him before. What ever it was, I was here now peering into the dark hoping this wasn't a mistake. Just when I give up on trying to discern anything in the darkness, there was a rustle in the trees behind me. I turned around, startled by the sound, and when I looked up I saw black feathers disappear behind the foliage of leaves. "Who is there?", I called out into the shadows. I squinted hoping I'd be able to catch sign of the movement again. As I was about to sweep the area with my eyes once more I spotted it. Hidden in between the branches, two gold eyes with slitted eyes of a predator started back at me. In them I saw the cold calculation of a beast surveying it's prey. I knew this look. And I knew I had to get away. I went to back up when those two eyes suddenly got closer as it pounced from its perch. Right at me.