I’ll never forget the day I fell.

The scorching flames burning my wings. The sound of the air rushing past my ears. The helpless feeling that I was going to crash, and whatever pain I endured, there would be no end to my suffering. I’m already dead, what more is there to it?

But I didn’t get hurt. In fact, I didn’t feel a thing. I blacked out, though, and eventually came to in somebody’s — house? Apartment? What is this?

My wings are tucked firmly into my back. I have no reason to believe whoever brought me here saw them, but… you can never be too careful.

“Hello?” I call out, warily. I slowly sit up and examine my surroundings. I try again: “Hello?”