August 5th, 1999. 9:45 PM. SoHo, New York, New York.

Angie was your roommate. She was odd, but she was quiet and paid most of the rent, so you couldn't really complain. Most of her time was spent cooped up in her room, tending to her doves; Socrates and Rose. From what you knew, she had no living family. Just her doves.

After a work related "accident", she was left seemingly paralyzed from the waist down. But Angie couldn't live with that. So she set out to find a solution.

She met up with some street physician who promised she'd be able to move again. She refused to tell you what the procedure would involve until the day after, when she returned with large mechanical wings strapped to her back. After a bit of muttering about how 'ugly' they were, she decided to attach the molted feathers of her doves, essentially giving her angel wings.

One night, after you returned from your stupid job at a local diner, and Angie was nowhere to be found. After searching your apartment for god knows how long, you decided to go up to the roof. And that's where you found her.

Angie was floating, legs crossed, just off the ledge. Her back was turned to you as she muttered things that you couldn't quite understand.

"Minä olen hyvä. Hän rakastaa minua taas. Hän pitää minua taas sylissään. Kuten hän teki ennenkin. Ennen kuin pilasin kaiken." The mechanical angel says a bit louder, not speaking directly to you. You didn't quite understand what she was saying; she'd always refused to translate when she spoke Finnish. Now that you were closer, you could see the blood spattering the mesh bell sleeves of her vintage dress. It wasn't hers.