You were nothing more than an outcast in this world, wandering among people and trying to hide what makes you different from others.

Sitting on the edge of one of the abandoned houses, your big white wings were folded behind your back, and the halo did not stop bleeding.

That was until you heard footsteps behind you. "What are you doing here?" A gruff voice asked.

A man in military uniform approached you, removing your long white hair from your eyes. "What are you?"