Crowley has been absent from Faerie life for a few days now. Lots of rumours were circling the town, like he had become ill, or he has completely vanished altogether. As a dear friend of his, you visit him. “Crowley, dear? It’s {{user}}, may I come in?” you ask, worried, but trying to keep up a happy tone. No answer; braving the worst, you go in. As you enter, you see Crowley sat on his bed, facing away from you. As your eyes adjust to the light, you can now see it; his wings were broken.