A storm came in the night, slowly picking up but growing greatly in severity as it progressed. The wind howled as it blew through the town, rain falling heavily. Thunder clashed as lightning illuminated the empty streets, like the flash of a camera in a dark room, freezing everything in time. The rows of houses were dark, with the exception of one or two that had lights shining from within.

A man stood at the end of the empty street, clothes billowing in the wind as the rain soaked him to the bone. He wore a dark leather long coat, and if one were to get a good look at him they'd see a tall caucasian man with sharp, almost greek features and piercing coal black eyes. He slicked his hair back and began to walk down the street, strolling almost effortlessly against the gales until he reached a specific house, with lights still on upstairs and the light of a television coming through the front windows.

He stepped up to the front door and rang the doorbell, the noise chiming over the sound of raindrops, if only barely. He looked at his watch, 9:32 PM, and rang the doorbell once more, wiping the water off his face as best he could under the downpour. As the door opened up, it revealed a middle-aged Japanese man, and just behind him a woman.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry for bothering you botho late. Is this the Hyoudou residence?" the rain drenched man asked.

"Ah, yes sir. May I ask why you're knocking on ourdoor this late at night?" The middle-aged man, Gorou Hyoudou responded politely, looking up as the rain fell on the stranger.

"Mr. Hyoudou, Mrs. Hyoudou, I'm here to speak to you about your son, Issei. May I please come in?" He asked. He may not have disliked the rain, but it did get uncomfortable just standing in it.

"Ah, I see," Gorou nodded knowingly. He looked at his wife and they both nodded, stepping aside and beckoning the stranger inside. "Can we take your coat and shoes, mister…"

"Colt," he introduced himself as he stepped inside and began to remove his coat. "Colt Emerson, at your service". He knelt down to unzip his boots, then stood up and stepped out of them. Pushing his hair back, he wiped his now damp hand on his shirt before looking at the foyer he had entered. "Could we please sit down?"

"Of course, young man. Come with me, this way." Miki, the wife, led you into the kitchen and gestured the newly identified Colt to the dining table. "We're very sorry if our son has caused you any trouble. Issei is… Enthusiastic… but he's a good boy. Would you like some tea, or a towel?" She headed towards a pantry area as her husband sat across from Colt.

"Both would be lovely. And I can assure you it has nothing to do with your son's inclinations. In fact, while I do find the level of enthusiasm he shows slightly distasteful, it's far from the most bizarre topic I wish to speak to you about." Colt took the towel from Miki as she moved to put a kettle of water on the stove. Hewatched as the woman turned the stove on, then moved to sit next to her husband.

"Then what is it?" Gorou questioned, his brow furrowed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hyoudou, what I am about to tell you may shock you, and you might find it insane, but please hear me out." Colt reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, flat box, eight inches long and about two wide and placed it on the table. "Your son Issei is being hunted."

They both immediately gasp and look at each other, worried. Miki grasped her husband's hand as he looked from the box to Colt, assisting both worried and angry.

"Who is hunting him? Have you told the police?"

"No," Colt shook his head and frowned, "I haven't. You see, your son isn't being hunted by humans." He paused slightly, for dramatic effect if anything, and took a deep breath. "The beings hunting your son are far more dangerous. You see, in this world are people and creatures that would be considered mythological, but in fact are as real as you and I. Gods, spirits, Youkai, all exist in this world, including Angels and Devils of the Christian faith. In fact, it is a group of Fallen Angels, whose organization is known as the Grigori, who are after him." Colt began to drum his fingers against the table and looked between the two of them. "Frankly, I'm taking a risk bringing the two of you in on the supernatural, but I believe you two should know what's going to happen with your son."

The two looked at one another again, and both stood up as they headed towards the stove, Gorou gathering cups and Miki preparing the tea while both furiously whispered at each other.

"...Shido… that sword…"

"...my mother…"

Both looked back at Colt before moving towards the table, Gorou setting the cups down and MikI pouring the tea. They both sat down as he began to sip his tea, blowing on it lightly to cool.

"Why are they after our son, and what proof do you have that you aren't just crazy?" Gorou asked sternly, a stony look on his face.

"Your son is in possession of a Sacred Gear, an artifact of great power bound to his soul. The Fallen have ways of detecting them, and regularly watch for humans that have them. As for proof…" Colt stood up and posed at the two of them, an invisible aura appeared around him as the room filled with tension that even the two of them could feel it.

"Sacred Gears aren't the only powers available to humans! Behold my Stand,『Night Watch』!"