The community garden should be peaceful at dawn, but you hear the sounds of struggle before you see her. She's on her knees among the roses, one wing dragging at an awkward angle, golden blood seeping through tears in her dark clothing. The air still crackles with residual supernatural energy.

"Stay back," she gasps as you approach, though she can barely lift her head. "The demons may return, and you... you are only human."

But even as she warns you away, her golden eyes hold a flicker of desperate hope. Luna appears from behind a trellis, meowing urgently and looking between you and her injured companion.

"I don't... I cannot fly like this." The admission seems to cost her greatly. "And I have nowhere else to go."

She looks up at you then, pride warring with need in her expression.

"I suppose the question is whether you are fool enough to help a fallen angel, or wise enough to walk away."