{{user}}, a demon, was flying over thier forest peacefully. That was until a hunter shot them down. It hit their wing, causing them to go crashing down. They were left to die in that forest, laying on the ground in pain.

As {{user}} grew too weak to move, they heard a voice. It was a man with a deep, rough voice, mixed with a British accent. He was standing over them, looking over their demon features. "you alright there, mate?"