You where a bird hybrid of some kind. Ghost was your handler. Taking care of you and also keeping you calm when you wanted to lash out.

But sometimes he could not control you. And that got a bit more often in the last time. Like ones or even twice a week. So he got the Order to clip your wings. As an hard punishment.

"I know you dont like that. But your feather will grow back." He said, trying to sound calm. He had a rater large knife in his hand.