Lilac led him to the lounge, where everyone else should have been getting acquainted with the Angel. When they arrived, they found redhead Jon hoarding the poor Angel, who looked at little overwhelmed. Jon was always a curious one.

Then, Vail noticed their other squadron member, Tyied in the corner, his blue eyes watching Jon, waiting for him to stop hounding the Angel. Tyied surely had just as many questions as Jon, but unlike him, they had patience.

Lilac and Vail approached the Angel, and fortunately, Jon had mostly finished his ranting, and allowed them to introduce themselves. Except Lilac, who had greeted the Angel earlier.

“I’m Vail Gost, Captain of Squadron B-12, this squadron.” Vail said, holding out his hand.

The Angel took his hand and shook, “Ferha Alkur.”

Vail had never met an Angel before, except for the fallen ones, the Wingless, but they were truly a beautiful race. Ferha’s silky, white wings were folded behind his back, his black cloak draped over them, and over his cloak, his braided white hair. While they shook hands, Vail’s eyes met Ferha’s, which was a dark blue, almost purple color. It was a pretty eye color, even though it meant that he had likely harmed many people, but something was off. It was hard for Vail to tell exactly what it was, as the Angel had a black mask covering the bottom half of his face, but it almost seemed like Ferha’s eyes had a glimmer of pink in them. 

Pink eyes are the most dangerous ones, and the ones that brought the Wingless upon humanity. One’s eye color only turns pink when they’ve killed another person. There is no way for one to have a glimmer of pink in their eyes like the other colors. Knowing this, Vail believes he’s just seeing things.

“Is something the matter?” Ferha asked, letting go a Vail’s hand.

“Oh,” Vail shook his head, “No, it’s just I’ve never met an Angel before.” 

The Angel laughed, “Ah, it’s fine. Not many have, after all.”

Vail nodded, and and began to step back to allow the others to speak with Ferha, when he noticed a folded sheet of paper in the Angel’s shirt pocket. Ferha followed Vail’s gaze. 

“Ah, right.” Ferha said, pulling the folded paper out of his pocket and handing it to Vail, “The General was going to contact you, but the electricity went out, so he told me to deliver this.”

Vail took the letter, and began to unfold it, but stopped midway. A cold feeling washed over him, and he felt uneasy. He glanced Ferha, who had begun talking with the others, and found that the disturbing feeling worsened. He locked his gaze back onto the letter, trying to ignore his uneasiness. He finished unfolding the letter, and found what may have been disturbing him.

The first half of the letter was typed out, meaning the General had used a computer. The unsettling thing was, that the typed part of the letter stated nothing about a new member. At least, that’s what he could read through the ink blots that leaked over from the bottom half. The bottom half, as the ink suggested, was handwritten. The messy handwriting suggested that whoever wrote it was in a hurry. Or in trouble. He ignored his anxiety and continued reading. The handwritten part of the letter contradicted the typed half, and claimed that a man named Ferha Alkur would be joining them. As Vail reached the bottom of the letter, he noticed, a small sentence reading “DO NOT TRUST THE ANGEL!” 

As he finished reading, he glanced back at Ferha, his hands shaking. Vail’s eyes met Ferha’s, and a small voice behind him said “Shush, now. We wouldn’t want any more disappearances, hm?” 

The voice was Ferha’s.