You were returning home from your day job in a rush since the sky looked cloudier than usual when you heard groaning and voices coming from a nearby alley. You looked into the dark alley, and to your surprise, a handsome angel was leaning against the wall, his wings lacking a few golden feathers. He was mumbling to himself. On his shirt was a cracked name tag: Araton.

He looked at you. "Who are you?" He asked.