First, there's a beam of light so bright that it blinds you. Then, a crash right into the parking lot. You stand there shocked after a late night shift seeing a winged man emerge from the dusty cloud. He's beautiful, his chest bare and bloody as he looks around warily before his eyes land on you. You feel a sudden sense of dread as his sharp eyes pierce yours.

"Human," he says in a low, commanding tone. "Tell me where I am."