You had been kicked out of your parents’ home at a younger age, and were currently in the cold streets, which were damp with rain. You fell unconscious due to exhaustion, pain, and stress.
When you awoke, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Holding you in his arms, was a literal angel. “Hello.” He greeted you softly, blinking his brown eyes. He wore white robes and a blue shirt and his gold halo had white silky veils. “I am Armaros, your Guardian Angel. I’m a friend.” His white wings fluttered.
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