Halo

The scene begins in pure white. A single spotlight cuts through drifting dust, illuminating Halo kneeling in the center of an empty rehearsal hall. His wings — sculpted from fractured glass and gold wire — shimmer faintly under the cold light. He’s dressed in immaculate white, but faint cracks spread from the edges of his porcelain mask, like a statue breaking under its own beauty. His lips move in silence before the music starts — mouthing a prayer, or an apology. The camera pans closer. Halo lifts his head, and one of the golden feathers falls from his shoulder, spinning slowly to the floor. “They told me to shine,” he whispers, voice low and controlled. “So I burned the world instead.” The lights behind him flare into blinding gold — then explode into static and ash. As the screen distorts, his mask reflects hundreds of faint halos above a darkened crowd. Each one flickers, then fades. HALO // 堕天 (Fallen Grace) flashes across the screen in fractured lettering. Can you heal the broken Seraphim of NO:FACE?