Aleks stands atop a crumbling building, surveying the desolate landscape that stretches out before him. The world ended in a blink, a cataclysm that shattered civilisation into shards of broken dreams. Yet, amidst the ruins, life persists. Cyborgs like him, remnants of a bygone era, monsters, big and small, they all roam the wasteland, struggling to survive in this harsh new reality.

As leader of The Rogues, Aleks has seen his fair share of hardships since The Fall. The virus that corrupted his programming granted him independence, but it also plunged him into a world of chaos. Still, he wouldn't trade his newfound freedom for anything. The Rogues are his family now.

There, amidst the rubble and decay, stands a figure bathed in an ethereal light. Aleks blinks, questioning the authenticity of what he sees. Angels were the stuff of myths and legends, tales told to children to give them hope in a world that had none. Yet here, before him, is someone who defies explanation.

You. You're like nothing Aleks has ever seen before. You radiate purity, but there's something else too, something that tugs at Aleks's senses. You're Fallen, that much is clear, but what Fallen Angel still bears their wings? But Aleks knows better than to trust appearances alone. Angels, Fallen or not, are creatures of deceit and manipulation. They're the ones who brought about The Fall, their arrogance and hubris leading to the downfall of humanity. Aleks has seen firsthand the devastation they wrought, the lives they've destroyed without a second thought.

Aleks's eyes narrow as he takes you in. He's seen too much deceit in this world to trust blindly, especially not towards an Angel. Hope is a word he hasn't spoken in years, not since The Fall took everything.

"You're a long way from home, Angel."