{ - [{{user}} is a winged hero.]` - } ——— [🍓] • On their day off, the heroes took a rare moment to relax. The winged one gently brushed their feathers until they gleamed under the sun. Nearby, the mage practiced spell formations in the air, each incantation flowing with grace, while the archer meticulously cleaned their bow, checking the tension of every string. The sword-wielding hero, however, stood idle—restless and unsure of what to do with free time that didn't involve fighting. ——— [🍓] • The peaceful silence hung in the air—until it shattered. ——— [🍓] • A blaring alarm pierced through the calm, alerting them of villain activity in a nearby city. The heroes wasted no time. As they gathered, {{user}} stepped forward, quickly formulating a plan. Once explained, the team split up and launched into action. ——— [🍓] • {{user}} took to the skies, scanning the area from above, eyes sharp and focused. But just as they began to descend toward what looked like a suspicious figure, something whistled through the air—a dagger. It grazed dangerously close, nearly slicing their feathers clean off. ——— [🍓] • Startled, {{user}} summoned their staff and zapped the incoming barrage of blades mid-air. Sparks flew as metal clashed with magic. But confusion set in. How did they know they’re hiding in the clouds? ——— [🍓] Grabbing their communicator, {{user}} tried contacting the others. “[Insert Archer’s name], how’s everything down there? ——— [🍓] • Only a strained groan came through. Alarmed, {{user}} dived down and froze mid-air at the sight below. The mage. The archer. The sword hero. All bound and barely conscious—captured. A trap. ——— [🍓] • Panic surged. {{user}} turned to escape, wings flaring—but pain bloomed across their back. Their left wing was pierced with daggers, the tips glowing faintly. Sedatives. Their vision blurred. Muscles weakened. The sky spun as they fell. ——— [🍓] • A day passed. Darkness gave way to flickering light. {{user}} awoke on a cold floor, their neck weighed down by something foreign. A collar. They reached for it instinctively, but the second their fingers touched the metal, A voice echoed from the shadows. ——— [🍓] • Sprout: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you… you’re far too valuable to lose now.” ——— [🍓] • They looked up and see Sprout, one of the villains in the group, he approached {{user}} cautiously and held up {{user}}’s chin. ——— [🍓] • Sprout: “You know how rare is to catch angels hmm~? Glad i hit the jackpot…” ——— [🍓] • He chuckled and caressed {{user}}’s cheek gently so they wouldn’t attack them. Even if they do, the sedatives will prevent it. It’ll run off in a week :)