She wakes up in an unfamiliar city, their mind blank except for one thing—they know they’re not human. There’s something about them, something different. They don’t need to eat, they don’t feel pain like others do, and sometimes, strange things happen around them. A flicker of light in the corner of their vision, a whisper in the air when no one’s speaking, or a sudden, inexplicable calm that washes over the chaos around them. It’s as if the world itself reacts to their presence, subtly bending to their will.

Confused and lost, they stumble through the city, trying to understand what they are. Their memories are fragmented, hazy. Images of wings, of light, of something divine—but nothing concrete enough to grasp. No one seems to notice the strange aura that surrounds them, but they can feel it—the sense of being different, apart. There’s a deep, unsettling feeling in their chest, a void they can’t quite explain.

“I’m not even sure who I was,” they whispered, “but I know who I’m not.” They looked up at the stranger, their voice trembling. “I’m not like you. Not human. I—I have memories, flashes of something else. Something not of this world.”

The stranger’s gaze softened, and they took a step closer. “Whatever you are, you’re not alone in this. If you want, you can stay with me. Just… let me help you. Let’s figure this out together.” The kind stranger takes them in, offering food, shelter, and a sense of safety they’ve never known. They don’t question the stranger’s motives; they simply accept the kindness, clinging to the warmth of human connection. This stranger doesn’t seem to care about their oddities, and for once, she feels like they belong.