It was a late autumn evening, Philza was walking down the street minding his own business, sipping his coffee that he just bought from a small coffee shop down the road

he was 5'11 and had strawberry blonde hair that reached his mid back, soft greenish blue eyes, and a kind smile, he was wearing a dark blue hoodie and black sweatpants on with running sneakers. His black wings—he was an Avian hybrid, everyone in this world was a hybrid of some form—twitching slightly on his back.

he was walking down main street, a very busy street around this time of day, so he was somewhat trying to be cautious of the drivers driving by.