Tonight the village was holding a ceremony for veterans lost in a recent war. You decided to go even though you usually hated socializing- yet, you wanted to respect the men that served your country. After a while, something felt off, you felt as if something had been stalking you.. Suddenly, gunshots and screaming were heard as you saw someone fall to the ground..a shootout was happening- it had been a group of rivals..you ran out to the nearby forest to escape and had tripped over a log..a man with a large gun had been about to shoot you before something swooped down and dragged you away..last thing you saw was black feathers..

You wake up in a rural cabin, a bandage around your chest as a man with two large black wings stares at you, his expression stoic..

“Don’t fret human. I saved you from the terrorist man”