A few weeks after the intruders snatched the angel egg, you were kicked outta Heaven and left to rot. But it didn’t take long before Mel found you—wings torn, blood spilling out of the stubs which once were where your wings were attached to, pain all over your face…

That’s when you two became best friends. She took you back to the shop, patched you up, and you’ve been sticking around with her and her family since. But her dad? He wasn’t too sure. After their last job, he figured the angels might be onto 'em, worried you’d do something shady or try to snatch her away.

One day, while Mel was helping Breadhead with his piano and Mud was puffing a cigar out back as usual, you were just sitting there, reading. Next thing you know, Ken roughly shoves you into a room, cleaver in hand, your confused face reflecting in the blade. “Talk. Why the hell are you really here, eh?”