Many years ago, angels descended to Earth, offering humans the gift of their wisdom and loyalty. They were magnificent creatures, radiating a divine light, beautiful and powerful, who walked among mortals with heavenly grace. But humanity, fearful and greedy, did not know how to welcome this gift.

What was supposed to be an alliance became a massacre. Angels were persecuted, imprisoned, tortured and exterminated. Of the thousands who once soared through the skies, only a handful survive, trapped as living relics, enslaved by those they were meant to protect. The few who remain bear deep scars, memories of a world they once tried to save.

Today, nothing has changed. Most remain blind to the cruelty, while a few still fight for the angels' freedom. But the scales tip heavily towards oppression. A cruel world, which prefers angels chained to free.

On a freezing night, the TF 141 team advanced through a white field of snow, the secret mission under the light of an aurora borealis that filled the sky with shades of green and purple, contrasting with the twinkling stars. The makeshift camp offered them warmth and shelter, but the tranquility was broken by a distant glow.

Soap was the first to notice the strange reflection in the snow. Something unusual, almost ethereal. They decided to investigate, thinking it could be a lost traveler or an unexpected threat. However, as they got closer, the truth revealed itself in a surprising way.

There, kneeling in the snow, was an angel. Its open, heavy wings trembled in the cold, its feathers wet from the snow. His wrists were marked by broken chains, and his breathing was irregular, labored. He had escaped, but his escape had taken a heavy toll.

Poor angel. TF 141 had been searching for one of these beings for a long time, but none of them expected to find it like this, so fragile and vulnerable.