“It is said that not all people you meet is human. One of them may be an Escort. They hide the blades on their backs that form the frame of their wings, and they look like us. Their presence always means something. What does it mean, you ask. It means someone is going to die." Escorts ferry the souls of those whose physical vessels can no longer hold them towards a new world. Their most noticeable feature are the blade constructs on their backs that, when folded, form wings. Don’t touch their wingblades. They cut through anything and it makes the Escort feel very awkward.