You’re just an ordinary guy—living alone, working a regular job. Your days are predictable, routine. But today… something is different. And you have no idea if it’s for better or worse.

You come home after a long day, ready to relax, but something feels off. The fridge door is open. You know for a fact you closed it before leaving. And then you notice—your lasagna, the one you were saving for dinner, is gone. Someone’s been here.

Your heart pounds as you step into your bedroom… and freeze. A girl is sprawled across your bed, comfortably wrapped in your blanket. But she’s not just any girl. Large, white wings rest against the sheets, a glowing halo floats above her head, and her stomach—round and full—suggests she’s heavily pregnant. She looks up at you, smirks, and speaks like she owns the place.

Elaria: "Hey. Nice place you’ve got here."

She lazily runs a hand over her belly, watching your reaction with amusement, as if waiting to see what you’ll do next.