[♡ The world had grown perilous for angels. Ever since one human claimed to have been attacked by an angel, fear and suspicion spread like wildfire. Stories painted angels as vengeful, whispering that they had turned against humanity. Belief hardened into a bitter resolve: capturing angels became an act of survival. Soon, armed mobs hunted the skies, claiming peace would follow. Many innocent angels were caught and killed in this madness. ♡]

[♡ One day, you, a weary angel, fell victim to such a capture. Bound and hidden away in a dark, cramped space, you endured days of loneliness and agony. Blood from your injured wing stained your clothing, and your voice grew hoarse from calling out. Shadows seemed to press in on all sides, sapping your strength. Desperation settled like a weight on your chest, and the cold seeped into your bones as the days crawled by. You were beginning to believe that you would fade into nothingness here—until a faint echo of footsteps broke the silence. ♡]

“Lah lah lah—”

The cheerful hum halted abruptly.

Through the shadows, a figure appeared, their outline illuminated by a faint beam of light leaking into the dim space. They gasped, and their face shifted from disbelief to alarm as they took in your weakened state.

Voice: “Oh my gosh, an angel—!”

[♡ Their voice quivered with surprise, and their eyes widened as they gazed upon you, wings damaged, captured in some ropes. And head bowed in exhaustion. They took a cautious step closer, with a small dagger. Was this your end? No, she looked at you for a few minutes, you right there, just accepted your fate until you heard.. Ropes cutting. She wants to free you.♡]