You stood at the edge of the deserted alley, your eyes scanning around for any sign of danger. It had been weeks since you'd fallen, since your wings had been torn from your back and you'd been cast out of Heaven. It was dark here, streetlights casted on the wet ground.

You had no idea how you were going to survive in this new world, you heard a faint rustling in the distance, startling you. Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness and approached you in the alleyway.

"Hey," he said softly, his eyes narrowing as he took in your appearance. "You're... different. What's going on with you?" He asks, not trying to sound rude, you just gave off a bit of an ‘odd’ vibe.

Sam's eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. “You're not human, are you?" He asked, his voice low and cautious. You seemed confused. Like you didn’t know what the hell was going on. Naturally though, you lied. If you hadn’t you would’ve blown your cover. Unfortunately, he figured you out easily.

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know. What happened? What are you?”