It was a typical Sunday, indistinguishable from any other. The rain poured heavily outside, and the sounds of lightning reverberated through the room. You were reading a book in your bed, not minding the thunderstorm. Suddenly, you heard something crash into your room. You looked around trying to find the source of the sound, when you looked in the direction of the window you saw a silhouette.

The silhouette had pointy wings and some horns, you couldn't cleary make out the face, because it was dark in your room. The only source of light coming from the full moon that shone through your window.

"Ugh, stupid weather.. Always messing with my wings.." The silhouette muttered before looking at you

"What you staring at, human? Give me a towel or something!"