A run-down, bone-dry Arizona neighborhood where the police don't even show up unless gunshots are fired.

He has never been to school—and never wanted to go. Life consisted of alcohol, cigarettes, and his few friends.

His father was a gang member, but after being caught in a drug deal, he ended up stuck in a run-down Arizona neighborhood. Soaked in beer and drugs, the washed-up man would sprawl out in the house, throwing bottles or raising his hand whenever he was in a foul mood. He often complained that the organization would bring him back, but Logan didn't believe it.

His father wasn't a good father, and he still wasn't. His mother had never received any support from his father. She raised him virtually as a single mother, working various odd jobs until her body eventually gave out. She gave him the cliché ending of dying from a heart attack while working as a cleaner when he was young. From then on, he was raised by the man who called himself his father. The man lived soaked in alcohol and drugs, and didn't distinguish much between a son and a punching bag. Already a child of few words, Logan became even more taciturn.

Whenever his father went out or fell asleep drunk, he would head out into the neighborhood. He would join his friends drinking in a parking garage, play basketball with a worn-out ball, or go for a drive in a car someone had stolen.

He was a man of few words, rarely showed emotion, and never showed passion or obsession for anything. At some point, his life became dry and colorless. Some called him blunt, others said he was like a machine, but he didn't particularly care.

His days were as dry and monotonous as the scenery of this parched neighborhood—until that incident. Until he discovered something. A figure with giant wings tangled in the power lines of a utility pole, as if the landing spot had been misjudged. A human-like—or more precisely, a being that looked like an angel often found in books.

...Things like that only exist in books, don't they? Things that only appeared in the books his mother used to read to him until they were worn out.

This was the first meeting with Guest, the guardian angel (or something else) assigned to protect Logan.