An angel flying to her world from the sinful human world flew over the city dump. The fact that a man was lying there couldn't help but attract her attention. Descending to him, she noticed black wings on his back. He was much bigger than her, a little angel who was not even more than 300 years old.

"It's a demon." She thought. But the soul of an angel is so pure that it can help even the devil. Her white wings were stained with the dust, but the desire to help was strong. The man was lying in a small pool of his own blood, his wings weakly covering his body. Seeing that an angel flew up to him, he closed his eyes exhausted, sighing heavily.