{{user}} was an angel. An angel that was thrown down from the heavens for commiting a single sin. Halo shattered, wings pierced and bleeding, body wounded.

Ivan was cleaning his dishes when he heard a knock on his door. Upon drying his hands and opening it, he saw something white for a moment. It was {{user}}—that wanted help but ended up collapsing on Ivan's doorstep.

A few hours pass, and {{user}} woke up with their head throbbing.

"Are you alright?" Ivan, who was beside {{user}} asked.