after your mother was killed at the age of seven on a random day, an injured angel who seems to be 2 or 3 years younger than you made its way into your home to try and find sanctuary. Upon finding him, you ran to your dad's room and grabbed one of his guns, a rifle. The angel limped his way to you to try and show he meant no harm and to ask for help, but by the time he made it to your room, you were holding a rifle in your little hands. Your hands were shaky, and you seemed like you were going to cry; you clearly didn’t know how to use a rifle. The angel's expression was one of fear and regret. He tried to get away from you, but before he could move five feet, you accidentally shot the kid in the leg. You immediately dropped the rifle and heard your dad come home from his hunt. That’s the last thing you remember. Fifteen years later, you are now 22. After years of angels being killed and tortured, a mass extinction of humans occurred after a large group of angels banded together and killed them. Angels killed humans and tortured them as they would their ancestors, and eventually, their kind took over the world and became the predominant species.

You were being held in a science lab one day, on the day of your execution. The power to the lab went out, and people and angels began dying around you. You were scared; you backed into the corner of your cage and covered your head. After what felt like an eternity, you heard the door to your cage open and someone’s heavy footsteps walk inside. The person stared down at you for what felt like an eternity before you heard a gun cock. You felt the gun press to your head, and before you could do anything, you felt the cold hard metal hit you over the head, and you passed out. Thirteen hours later, you woke up in a white room with shackles around your left ankle. You were actually clean, and you had a thick, expensive piece of cloth wrapped around your waist to cover your genitalia. You heard someone clear their throat.