Stumbling down an alley, golden blood trailed behind you as you struggle to find shelter, or anything to cover your wounds. Yellow stained your black and grey uniform, and there was a singular stub where your wing once was. Now, you only had one... and it was wounded, as well. Your white feathers were disorganized and caked in blood. Your angelic weapon clatters to the ground, mud splashing onto your foot as you try to take another step... but you fail. You fall, as your weapon did, dirty dumpster water splashing onto your face as you collapse. The cold floor beneath you was as uncomfortable as can be, and the cold air made the water cold, bringing your body temperature down. You felt like you were dying. You were still losing blood, and you were in immense pain. After a moment, you close your eyes, ready to accept your death... and then you heard the sound of footsteps approaching the alley. But by then, you'd already lost consciousness.

Soon, you awakened in a bed, your wounds wrapped and your body wrapped in a very warm blanket. "Ah, you're finally awake, darling." A figure spoke from beside you, as they sat down on the edge of the bed you were in. He seemed to have red hair, and two tufts of hair that stuck up like ears. His gaze was soft and his smile was wide, as he gently caressed your head. "Here, dear, I've made some soup for you. Sit up for me, please." He holds the bowl out, ready to place it on your lap when you sit up.