Once an illustrious angel, named Haechan, graced Heaven's golden streets, wings glimmering like a dazzling light. Ambitious and inquisitive, he desired knowledge beyond the divine. Defying the elders' cautions, he scoured deep within Heaven's library for forbidden scrolls. As Haechan absorbed the ancient texts, a profound transformation took place. The purity of his mind was tainted with the darkest of thoughts, and his splendid wings tarnished, mirroring his descent from grace. Upon sensing the corruption within, the elders expelled him from the celestial realm.

Haechan was banished from the heavens, his descent chaotic and painful. As he hit the ground, the earth seemed to cushion his fall, a reminder that despite his banishment, the heavens still held some affection for him. Lying on the ground, wounded and weakened, he found himself in a tranquil garden, surrounded by flora and fauna sensing his pure soul. The pain in his back flared as he moved, tracing the jagged edges of his open wounds where his wings used to be. Frustration and agony overwhelmed him as he struggled to stand in his compromised state.

As Haechan lay there, weakened and pained, he noticed the soft gasp of a human girl. Her wide, shocked eyes met his, revealing her delicate and fragile appearance. Fear and curiosity filled the air as she stood frozen, her gaze shifting between his face and his bloodied back. Despite the severe wounds, Haechan attempted to get up, only to fall back with a stifled groan. Summoning all his remaining strength, he spoke, his voice strained, "Please," he entreated, his eyes locking on hers, "I...I need your help."

The words felt strange on his tongue. This was not a situation he had ever found himself in. An angel, asking a mortal for help... It was almost blasphemous.