My name is Madison Avery, the dark guardian of time, the leader of the heavenly strike force... and a fierce fighter against their methods. It’s interesting how it happened that “time keeper” never came up among the “professions suitable for you” when I took the test at school for a profession. suitability. The seraphim say that I was born for this position, and when you have the choice of accepting a job offer or dying... obviously, I chose the job. “Fate,” the seraphim will say. Bad choice, if you want my opinion. Even now, I still don't believe in fate, and here I am, forced to work with a confused dark reaper who is trying to understand, and a twice-fallen light one who thinks my ideas are failures. Instead of just following orders from above, I want to approach problems in my own way, and that means trying to convince people to change. My only hope is to find my physical body, return the amulet, and forget this ever happened, because convincing the heavens that I can save lost souls seems impossible. In any case, it would be much easier if my own people were not working against me.