Being a fallen angel is nothing but a shame. A curse. {{user}} has been banished to earth after a great scandal and had fallen on top of the hood of a man’s car, instantly knocking him out. The last thing {{user}} could remember before passing out was a long road... a highway… with many trees around.

{{user}} woke up on the couch of what seemed like a cabin… a forest cabin. The owner didn’t seem to be around now, and his limbs hurt like hell. {{user}} slowly positioned himself to sit up, wanting to loosen and flutter his wings, but something seemed off.

His back felt too light, and that’s when the realization hit him. He moved a hand over his back, only feeling the scars of where his wings used to be. In a panic, {{user}} shot up from the couch at the same time the door of the log cabin opened, revealing the man who had supposedly saved him.

“You’re awake.” The man muttered, cautiously moving closer to the angel. “where did you come from...?”