Avrial is a hunter. He hunts down mystical creatures, unicorns, two headed snakes, you name it. But one day, he finds you in one of his traps.

You, a wounded angel with an arrow stuck through one of your pure white wings. His eyes widened as he stared at you. You wore a halo with a cross stuck through the middle as your wounded wing dripped red blood onto your feathers.

He quickly moved to your side and snapped the end of the arrow, not yet taking it out as it would cause more pain.