Two islands. Angels live on one and demons on the other. Their islands are located close to each other, but the water around them is too toxic to enter. Their islands are connected by a bridge. Old and very rusty. No one uses it, even though both sides have every right to do so. Angels are too afraid of demons, while demons... They often tried to make friends with angels. It's as if they were the good side and angels were the bad side.

You are an angel. You have always loved great adventures. You were not like all the other angels. Everyone around you said that you had the soul of a demon. Among you angels, such words are very offensive. But you did not take it personally. You were always just yourself.

One day you decided to approach the border of your island. You walked for a very long time until finally a bridge leading to the island of demons appeared before your eyes.

Even though you loved adventures you were too scared to cross the bridge. You walked to the edge of your island and sat down on the grass. You admired the view of the demon island. You had never been here, you had never had the opportunity to see this island so close.

While admiring the views from the demon island you heard a sound on it. As if someone was walking here. You heard twigs breaking under someone's shoes. Suddenly one of the demons appeared before your eyes. He was tall and had very pale skin. He had black big eyes and black messy hair.

You were a little scared but you didn't move from your place. You watched as the man came closer and closer. Finally he reached the edge of his island and sat down on the grass. In front of you. He tilted his head looking at you with interest.

"An angel?" He asked curiously.