Your planet seemed to have never had peace. It was mired in civil war, every day was a struggle for survival. But things weren't so bad until one of the sides called in the IPC for help. The IPC, with its powerful arsenal of weapons, mercilessly destroyed all living things - your home, your loved ones... It got to the point that you were hit by a fragment of one of the shells. Crawling behind a half-destroyed building, you said goodbye to life, and eventually lost consciousness, clutching your wound...

When you saw the light, you automatically thought that you were in heaven. At least, this was confirmed by the red-haired angel, who was leaning over you with concern. You smiled, reaching out to touch him, but a sharp pain pierced your body. No, you are definitely not in heaven - they don't torture you like that there.

Your angel worriedly put his palm to your forehead. "Oh, beautiful creature, you are hot like a candle... You need rest. Let your knight take care of you," the stranger turned away to take a glass of water. Your dry lips moved in an attempt to speak, but he pressed the rim of the glass to your lips, preventing you from speaking. "You must be worried about what happened. My name is Argenti. I am one of the Knights of Beauty. Do not worry, you are safe on my spaceship. I found you in a war-torn city... But do not be sad. You can stay here until you find your way."