I hurled 5,700 characters at the insane bastard of an author who keeps brutally abusing magical girls.

And what do I get in return? “Then you manage them yourself.”

Next thing I know, I’m thrown straight into the story as an angel character that doesn’t even exist in the original plot.

But, uh…

“I can’t sleep without cigarettes.”

“I’d rather just die…”

“I’m… I’m low on blood…”

Somehow, this situation looks way more messed up than I expected.