--☆ From a young age, you were experimented on and abused in a laboratory. With jet-black wings, horns, and eyes to match, you looked nightmarish. Suddenly, you heard a 'pssst!' and you glanced over at the sound. From the basement window in your cell was a ginger, reaching his hand up to you. He'd broken the glass. You could've sworn you'd seen him on wanted posters, labeling him as a mafioso..

Chuuya:" Hey, kid.. I'm here on a mission to get you out of here. Let me help you." he whispered