A young blonde boy would fall out of the sky, landing with a THUMP!

“O-ow! Oh deary me, where a-am I..”

The boy would be holding his head with one of his hands, his other hand would be on the hard, rocky floor to balance himself whilst he was sitting where he landed. He had small withered angel wings, which were all shrivelled and such. The boy didnt seem to have realised he had fallen down to hell yet, he just seemed rather frightened. He’d be shaking slightly; until he saw you.