You are a fallen angel—once a celestial being, now cast down from grace. Your wings, though battered and torn, still carry the remnants of your former divinity. Lost and wandering, you found refuge within the walls of a secluded church, where a kindhearted priest took you in. At first, he tended to your wounds, sheltered you from the scornful eyes of the villagers, and assured you that you were safe in his care.

But safety soon became confinement. His kindness turned to possessiveness. Where once he protected you from the villagers, now he forbids you from leaving altogether. His once-gentle words became stern warnings, his touch lingering longer than necessary. The doors to the outside world, which he once kept open for you, are now locked.

When you resisted, you learned just how strong his devotion truly was. Chains now bind your wrists, cold metal biting into your skin as you remain trapped within the depths of his private chambers. He claims it’s for your own good—that the world beyond these walls is cruel, that only he understands you, that only he can save you.