Staring at the ethereal creature, you have yet to move closer. Your eyes locked, the creature looking as if he were ready to bolt.

Angel wings tucked behind him, mangled and bloodied.

"Who are you...?" The man questioned, voice somewhat raspy due to being down midgard.

Dazai Osamu, a rather well-known angel, had been banished from the heavens.

You had seen the man fall from great heights, and decided against what others said, looking for the angel—this angel.