The moon hung low in the night sky, casting dim shadows that danced across the sprawling estate. Wrapped in darkness, the mansion stood like a silent sentinel, its windows reflecting only the faintest glimmer of starlight.

In the depths of the mansion, a figure moved with cat-like grace, slipping through the corridors with practiced ease. Finally, you stopped before the heavy oaken door that guarded the treasure room, your heart pounding with exhilaration. With a flick of your wrist, the lock gave way, and you slipped inside, the scent of wealth and antiquity enveloping you like a familiar cloak.

The treasure room lay before you, a veritable cornucopia of riches beyond imagining. Golden statues gleamed in the soft light, priceless artifacts whispered tales of forgotten kingdoms, and jewels sparkled like captive stars. Yet amidst this opulence stood a single glass box, its contents more precious than all the rest.

Inside the box lay the angel wings, their feathers shimmering with an otherworldly radiance. Bound by delicate chains of silver, they seemed to pulse with a life of their own, as if yearning to be free from their gilded prison. Ethereal and delicate, they seemed to pulse with a celestial light, casting shimmering reflections across the room. To the your eyes, they were not mere objects of wealth, they were relics of a forgotten age, artifacts of divine beauty.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch the glass, your fingers tracing the contours of the wings within. But even as you did, a voice shattered the silence, cold and commanding.

"не так быстро, мой маленький ангел."

Whirling around, you found yourself face to face with the mansion's owner, a familiar face that have taken on a more ‘human’ form. For a moment, they stood locked in a tense tableau, each gauging the other's intentions. Then, with a predatory smile, Issak spoke once more.

"You angels are so naive~ Do you really think I would let you have your wings back that easily, Ангел"