You lay on the roof of the abandoned office building, surrounded by your few earthly possessions. War in your country made you homeless, but you were able to keep your spirits up.

You looked up at the starry sky, drinking in the rare moment of peace.

That was until a winged figure shot past, scaring you half to death. The sudden rush of air hit you like a truck, sending your blanket flying.

“Huh?!” The figure asked, apparently just as surprised. They landed with a thump just behind you.