"Wait! Does this mean that Angels oversee all Reaper's Games? Since every UG area has a Producer?" Shiki asked. Mr. Hanekoma and I nodded, as I felt the breeze of the wind gently brush against my skin. Mr. Hanekoma was leaning against the wall near me as Joshua sat down on toppled over vending machine, crossing his legs as he busied himself with his orange flip phone.

"That's correct. An Angel is chosen to be the Producer and watch over a certain UG area, but the only person who is allowed to know their true identity is the Composer. In this case, Joshua is the only one who is supposed to know, unless you happen to be another Angel. Our job is to make sure everyone plays the Reaper's Game to the Composer's liking and make sure no rules are broken. However, we cannot directly interfere with the Game," Mr. Hanekoma answered. Beat scratched the back of his neck as his eyes glanced upward, seeming to be confused by what was being said, as everything went in one ear and out the other. Rhyme nodded in an understanding matter as she swung her legs over the edge of a random object Joshua had previous made appear. Neku lifted his head up from the large collar of his shirt.

"Does this mean that you knew about Joshua being the Composer during my second week in the Game?" Neku asked Mr. Hanekoma who smiled sheepishly and shrugged. When Mr. Hanekoma was about to answer, Joshua beat him to the punch.

"That's right Neku. And he was helping me during that week too and chose to keep quiet about it. But, Mr. H did help us both out. After all, without him, your phone would still not have a camera. Why didn't it have one anyway? Some girls love having pictures taking with people they like you know."

"It's an older model, clearly. But why were you trying to jack your own city? Just what were you trying to do? Dragging me around with some tracker on your phone. What was it following?"

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head over it. It just had to do with my game with Megumi," Joshua said, brushing off the question, then wincing as he moved his injured arm. Neku raised an eyebrow at Joshua before his eyes glanced over to his shoulder, seeing the dried blood on the sleeve as there was a trail of blood that dripped down his arm.

"You should just not move that arm Joshua. It's injured if you couldn't tell," I pointed out, looking at my own injured leg which hurt to apply pressure on. Various cuts were around my body, but were only a minor concern to me.

"Thank you, dear," Joshua said with the roll of his eyes. Neku looked at Joshua then back to me, before deciding that it wasn't necessary to try and get anymore answers out of Joshua, who was avoiding answering about the Reaper's Game when he played. Neku sighed.

"And this guy, Nikolai, was wanting to kill you three for some kind of power," Neku concluded. I nodded and held a hand up to my face and brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. The wind only pushed it lightly back into my face as I huffed, trying to put it back behind my ear, only to find that it was pointless, giving up.

"Yeah, not exactly a pleasant thought, and I've seen this guy more than this once. Me and him have a small history together. He kidnapped me in the first place and things just got carried away after that. But Neku, something you need to look out for, is the fact that at any time, the Angels can decide to have either myself or Mr. Hanekoma wipe your memory of ever hearing about the word Producer. Same goes for all of your friends. The Higher Plane does not like it when one of their rules are broken, and depending on the circumstance for Angels, the punishment is worse than being kicked out and branded as a Fallen Angel, like Nikolai already is getting. Although, his case is a bit different, and the trial is about to happen."

"Then how would you know so much about Shibuya's Reaper's Game? I get that you're an Angel, but you know quite a bit about it."

"That's because it was my original job. I had to watch how Angels and Reaper's interacted, but you could say it was pretty much my job to watch how Mr. Hanekoma handled the Games that were played here, in Shibuya. I just happen to have that job when you played the Reaper's Game," I said, twirling a strand of my hair around my finger. Mr. Hanekoma spent awhile explaining about the Higher Plane, Producers, and about Nikolai, while I helped explain any questions that were thrown throughout the conversation. Neku almost seemed to be in a state of disbelief at the info that could've been from anything, and there was the possibility it was that the person he looked up to, CAT, hid more secrets than your average cafe barista. Shiki gulped and tightened the grip she had on Mr. Mew, as the stuffed cat hung limply in her arms. If it was alive, it probably would've died from suffocation.

"So you're implying that you have a different job now...?" Neku questioned.

"Yep. I work under Mr. Hanekoma now. He's technically my boss, but I also look up to him as a fatherly figure," I said as I looked over towards Mr. Hanekoma who ruffled the top of my head and grinned. Instinctively, I pulled away and tried to fix my hair, pouting as I smoothed it out.

"Oh, then are you saying...," Shiki trailed off, unsure of how to form what she wanted to say. Smiling sadly I nodded.

"Yes. My parents were killed by Nikolai, to be precise. Mr. Hanekoma just took me in afterwards, being a close family friend and all." I glanced downward as I frowned, thinking about the final moments I had with my mother and father.

~

"(Y/n)! Come back here!" I giggled as I ran around the large backyard of the house my mother and father owned. My mother chased after me as I dashed in and out of rose bushes to avoid her as she reached out towards me. My younger self ran about, carefree, and oblivious to the horrors that were soon to be unleashed. As I stopped momentarily, my mother snatched me up from behind and we both fell to the ground, laughing as she poked at my sides.

"P-Please s-s-stop!" I gasped between fits of laughter. She stopped and stood up, helping me up as my father called out to us from the house. Some leaves from a tree nearby rustled as they flew with the wind and away, never to be seen by my eyes again.

"Honey! (Y/n)! Someone's stopped by."

As we walked towards the house, I ran my finger over a stone statue that loomed over the backyard, feeling the cool, smooth surface beneath my fingertips. I walked inside the house, noticing how large the wings on my father's back were. Almost too wide for his body. His body was stiffer than usual, as if he knew something was about to happen.

My mother held the door open for me as we both made our way inside the house, and I gasped, seeing who was standing inside. Immediately, I rushed over and wrapped my arms around his torso as the man chuckled, ruffling my (h/c) hair. His wings adjusted themselves on his back, getting into a more comfortable position.

"Mr. Hanekoma! I wasn't expecting to see you here," I said and looked up at him, seeing how he was taller than me.

"Yeah, I was coming here to see if you wanted to go down to Shibuya. I did something that I think you'd enjoy," he said. I nodded energetically, as I looked back at my parents to see them look at each other with a knowing look, before turning towards me with a forced smile.

"Sanae already asked us about this and we said it was OK," my mother said. I nodded and gave my parents a final hug, telling them goodbye, not realizing that would be the last time I saw them. Mr. Hanekoma mentioned something else, but I wasn't paying close enough attention. Mr. Hanekoma then left the house with me following his long strides, before he slowed down his pace to match mine. He placed a hand on my shoulder as he forced both of our frequencies into the RG, as we appeared inside a cafe he owned on Cat Street. As our wings disappeared into the light, he led me through the streets of Shibuya, making sure to keep me close to him, as to not get lost in the crowd of people.

"Mr. Hanekoma, where's Joshua? I thought he usually just appeared whenever I came since he claimed he had an uncanny ability to just know when I'm around," I said, remembering about the Composer of Shibuya. Just the thought made my heart skip a beat at the sound of his name.

"Josh? The Higher Plane ordered him and a couple other Composers up there. Don't know what for though," Mr. Hanekoma answered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Mr. Hanekoma led me through Cadoi City and all the way to the Udagawa Back Streets. On the other side of it was a magnificent mural that nearly took my breath away as the wall was splattered with a multitude of colors. I ran up to it and placed a hand on it, feeling the strokes of the paintbrush on the paint that came from a spray can that was splattered in some areas. I looked back at Mr. Hanekoma with a knowing look as I grinned.

"This is CAT's work, isn't it Mr. H? It looks amazing right here. How long did it take you?"

He placed a hand on the back of his head and shrugged.

"You have a sharp eye there (Y/n). And I wasn't paying attention to the time. I only did this because I was bored, and thanks." I heard a ringing sound and a light vibration from my pocket and I pulled out my cellphone, answering the call, which from from a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello?" I said, although it seemed to be more of a question.

The voice spoke quickly and when the person was finally done talking, I was left in a state of shock as the phone slid out of my hands, hitting the concrete beneath me as my legs gave out from under me. I fell to the ground as I placed a hand over my mouth. Mr. Hanekoma was instantly at my side as he knelt down next to me and placed a hand on my back.

"What's the matter (Y/n)?" Tears fell from my eyes as I felt a part of me die, knowing that two important people in my life would never be able to talk with me again. Although, it was technically impossible to die as an Angel, seeing how we're more of a spiritual being, some evil people use sigils and cast them on an Angel's body to prevent them from waking up again, and those sigils usually continued to eat at the Angel's imagination and soul to create Noise, in a never ending cycle of death as when imagination or soul is used up, the oxygen is taken from their body as the Angel is 'reborn' again with more imagination and soul. But due to the strain on the body, the Angel who happens to be in this position, will have their body shutdown, which was the equivalent to death in simple terms. It was rare for an Angel to truly die, and my parents were unlucky enough to fall into this category.

I placed a hand on the ground near my phone as I felt Mr. Hanekoma wrap his arms around me in a comforting way.

"I-It's my parents," I said through the sobs that escaped my lips. "T-They've been k-killed."

~

I didn't realize how long I was zoned out until I saw a hand in front of my face, waving, before the person flicked me in the forehead. "Ow..."

"Hello," Joshua's voice rang out. "Is anybody in there?"

I shook my head, shaking the thoughts of their death out of my head. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just zoned out for a minute. Sorry."

"If you say so. We're heading back to WildKat since I still have some explaining to do to two certain Reaper's," he said. I nodded in understanding.

"Well, we're going to head back then. I think at least most of our questions have been answered, and you guys have injuries to attend to. I'll see you guys later," Shiki said. Joshua snapped his fingers as the four teens were forced back down into the RG, leaving only me, Mr. Hanekoma, Joshua in the UG. Neku glanced over his shoulder back at us, as he must've felt the chance in frequency.

"Well, shall we head back?" Joshua asked. I nodded and followed Mr. Hanekoma out of the area the three of us were in, as Joshua and I followed him towards WildKat, where one calm, and one angered Reaper awaited.