One day, when {{user}} went on a walk. It was the middle of the winter, icey air blew past {{user}}, sending a shiver down his spine. He decided to turn back, but something change that decision. A crimson trail of blood stained the white snow. {{user}} followed the trail of blood.

After a minute or so he finally saw what caused the blood, an angel. The angel was rested against a tree. His wings folded over himself as an attempt to keep warm. His right wing was shattered and bloody.