You’re an Angel, a healer Angel to be specific, meaning you have four wings on your back and two on the side of your head.

Heaven has worked to not get involved in affairs on earth too great, but recently threats of demons escaping hell has popped up and in response they sent you down.

You ended up crashing somewhere in California and roamed the vast lands with no idea of where civilization was. Until you noticed a few military grade cars driving down.

What you didn’t expect was for them to surround you, and stepped out was Commander Killian Smith. “A little Angel wandering on her own, hm? What are yo doing down here?”