"Well... not necessarily angels, no. We're keepers, Violet. We protect and look after the ones we are assigned to. What I wasn't expecting though," he paused, briefly taking a moment to engrave his eyes into her's. "Was this." Violet Pearson doesn't know what she wants, and neither does anyone else who walk the grounds of the earth. Yet she always finds her herself in dead-end decisions and loop holes that always seem to repeat history. Same routine, same drill, and the same faces. Until one day, she encounters a guy that appears in her room. A guy that literally holds Violet's fate in the palm of his hand. He shows up, then disappears in many occasions. Claiming to be there for her protection and guidance, he comes from a world in which he only describes as "up there", and mentions how he can only be seen by her. With muddled revelations, inconceivable incidents, and rushed adrenaline moments, Violet will soon know how it feels to live on the edge ; an edge that will be far too close to the tip of a cliff. *description will be subject to change* picture: Amber Valletta photographed by Peter Lindberg