My mother always told me that everyone has a guardian angel; you just need to find it. I always thought it was just a story…I guess I was wrong…

In the rural mountains was a village. A small village that was, unlike most mountain villages, surrounded in sakura blossom trees. It was believed that the town and its people were protected by an ‘angel’ that the towns people named ‘One who protects’ or ‘Ichigo’. This ‘Ichigo’ was worshiped by everyone on the mountain...Until something happened that changed their lives forever...

“My angel! Why have you forsaken me?” Azmaria cried out before drowning into tears. She was surrounded by the remains of her family and friends. It was to her as if her ‘Ichigo’ had given up on her and her village...

From that day on, Azmaria was a lone traveller, without a family or profession; she was a wandering angel hunter. She had changed a lot in five years... Her hazel brown hair had faded to raven black, her midnight blue eyes became ghostly grey, bright frilly dresses were replaced with a flowing red cape that covered her entire body and the biggest change of all... She grew to hate everyone and everything...