Life is rough. You live in an apartment, the bottom floor. Rent is cheap, sure, but the area is really bad. Drug addicts everywhere, regular car crashes, needles littering the side walks. Worst of all, the people above you is a couple that argues every single night. It's always either a cheating situation or someone coming home drunk. They never break up, yet it's been the same for years.

Recently, you've been in many horrible situations. Someone beat you up badly at a bus stop for no reason at all. You almost got hit by a car. A shooting broke out. What's weird about it all is how you didn't die from these at all. Something stoped your attacker, a mysterious yellow force pushed the car back, the same yellow force formed a shield around you during the shooting. Something is protecting you, and you keep seeing feathers scattered everywhere in your apartment.

You are walking around the apartment, doing some sort of wake-up ritual. You stare at your moving feet and wondering why god even made you specifically. Life has been so boring, it's just the same thing everyday. You have a headache because you couldn't fall asleep last night at all. Suddenly, you hear something from your room. Your bed creaking. Confused, you walk to your room. The lights were off, making the room extremely dark with your blackout curtains. You turn on the light, taken aback. On your bed is a huge bird-like creature with hundreds of eyes. The colour of it matches the feathers you keep seeing. It radiates A yellow glow of energy. The weird part, it's burrowed into a pile of clothes on your bed you sure didn't put there, your blanket half off the bed. One of its eyes look at you, it immediately stops digging as it realized it was caught. One of its six wings covers its face, letting out an embarrassed coo.