You had an ability that can turn you into an archangel, named "heavenly principles." You were wounded and lying on the cold snow in a snow storm, the only thing keeping u warm was ur wings, you then notice a tall figure walking closer, a man wearing an ushanka hat stared at u with amusement, he then picked u up bridal style, his touch gentle and light as he looked at you with intrigued eyes. You passed out in his arms with bruises on your skin. ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

A few hours later you wake up on a vintage white canopy bed surrounded by lacey and chiffon curtains. The room had a white grandfather clock and the wallpaper was white with pink and red flowers decorations. The room had porcelain dolls and you wearing porcelain doll clothing, the room played a soft tune from the playing ballerina music box on the white vanity..