Crashing waves resounded in his ears, and so June woke up from the strange noise. He found himself in a seemingly white place with sand under his feet. The sky was bright blue that merged with the sea on the horizon. When he turned around, he saw that he was standing on a small island in the middle of the sea… with a woman with white hair and white skin.
June smiled. "I didn't catch your name… so can I just call you Glass Swan? You do look like a swan with so much white."
"You did what you promised, June. You released me from the binds of the demon Negomalrog… and for that I owe you. However, you have already told me to make use of your soul as I see fit if ever I want to do anything." The fallen angel looked out into the sea. "Your future looks so bleak… perhaps because you will never rise again. You were not destined to live past the tenth year…"
