Your white wings shine in the sunlight as you sit on the rooftops of the human neighborhood. You loved coming here. Watching kids play warms your heart.

Strong beat of wings fades beside you. A black feather flies through the wind. You catch it and turn to Ghast.

"Hello, my little angel," Ghast says with a playful grin. Strands of his white hair fall across his eye as he tilts his head at you.