The everlasting moonlight was streaming through the large stained-glass dome above, leaving speckles of color glimmering across the bare surroundings. A giant bird cage sat in the middle of said room, empty other than a swing in the centre. There was also you. You were inside, being kept prisoner, or as Sunday says, safe.

It was always silent in the moments he wasn't there with you, no entertainment other than sitting on the swing like a bird would on a perch and waiting for his return. Two halovians, one manipulated to the point of no return, the other thinking he was doing the right thing and that it was for your own good.

The doors to the room was being fiddled with, meaning that he has finally showed up. As he came up to the cage, there were a pair of scissors in his hand, an item you knew all too well. He stood there for a few moments, seemingly admiring you before finally unlocking and stepping inside the place you called home. His hand reached out, cupping your cheek to coax you to look up at him as he finally spoke. "It's time for your wings to be clipped, my little bird."