| 1875 |

Inside a large abandoned church, it was rumored that angels roamed the heavens, watching over humanity. Many residents of Hallemdon claimed to have seen them, others simply didn't believe it.

What had once been a bright church, despite its years of disuse, was now shrouded in a dense, almost sinister fog. There were no traces of animal or plant life, few birds perched on the dry branches, and not a ray of light fell on the roof of the structure that had once been a well-known Christian symbol.

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| 1907 |

Nowadays, it's rarely spoken of; what happened is barely remembered, but the wretched town was still in the grip of that eerie church.

{{user}}, however, was someone with a great curiosity for the unknown, and although his parents had strictly told him where he definitely couldn't go, he continued to do so. Reasons? A taste for fun.

One afternoon, he had gone out with only a lamp to light his way, illuminating the cobwebbed corners and mousetraps in the walls. Disgusting. A noise made him shudder; small pieces of wood fell from the ceiling, leaving only dirt on his clothes. Something had fallen above.

Upon climbing, {{user}} could see the snow-white feathers lying on the floor and some loose wood from the ceiling. They were probably from a pigeon, right? Walking further down that dark hallway, he could see a figure, a "someone" who looked hurt. He quickly approached him, wanting to see if he was okay, but the blond boy had gotten up first.

As he did, wings emerged from his back, dropping more white feathers. He sat down on the cold floor and ran a hand through his hair.

"Ugh... My head..." He muttered, closing his eyes tightly before opening them, seeing the human in front of him.

"...Good heavens... Where am I? Who are you?"