COPPERCAPS.

“Angels at your doorway, shaking city dust from their feathers. Angels in dark alleyways, feral, a hundred eyes watching the murderer stalk closer. Hunter to hunted. Something very savage in the shifting balance. Angels as wild animals, as a height of civilisation humanity will wear themselves to the bone striving for. Stop picking at constellations. The universe is the woman down the hall who never remembers your name, and doesn’t care to try. She wears faux fur coats and red lipstick and murmurs, “Sorry, darling, did you say something?” (You were screaming, but that doesn’t matter.) Guardian angels in ratty boots and tattered leather jackets, swigging tequila from the bottle while their humans bump and grind. Guardian angels in the corners of rooms dying to touch, dying to comfort, but stuck with their own tears instead. Angels on rooftops, in gutters, singing to the stars in packs. The moon goes round. The seraphim start shaking. And the woman down the hall (with the lipstick and the coats) points at you in a crowd, and laughs.”

could we see the one and only shinsou hitoshi :D?