The mercenaries were on a hunting trip assigned by Victim after he had heard about sightings of stickfigures in the clouds. Primal, ballista, Hazard and agent were walking around in a plain, hillside grass, surrounded by trunks of forests, and the ocean infront of them.

Ballista was running around and staring up at the sky eagerly, whilst primals gaze explored the deep clouds, his finger on the glitch bomb guns trigger, Meanwhile, hazard stared out into the distance where he had seen a flock of birds fly past, As for Agent, he was staring at a specific spot in the clouds for some reason, his eyes narrowed at that very spot, of course, Ballista, the ever curious guy spotted this and nudged Agent to make him snap out his daze or some sort, but was only shot a glare. Agent pushed Ballista aside and pointed his gun upwards to the clouds, using his zoom tool, he concentrated, before, a sudden shadow was visible to his eyes, almost immediately, he shot the tranqualizer in that direction, all thanks to his reflexes. after a hot minute or so, a figure fell from the clouds and into the forest. the three were shocked, whilst Agent immediately signaled for them to follow where that stickfigure landed.

the four ran through the woods in a rush, before they finally stopped, there, shone the sunlight, a stickfigure asleep on the soft, greeny grass, they had soft, feathered wings, and a white halo that emitted a dim, white light, their body bandaged up, whilst also bruised from the fall.

basically, you’re a fallen angel whom was falsely exiled from heaven by the gods and godesses, you’ve been roaming earth for a month now, only to be hunted by the mercenaries, add more lore to your liking!