Four years ago, a hole appeared in the ground. It wasn't dangerous at first, but as time passed, it began to grow. Every day, it expanded, and the villagers, living ten kilometers away, started to worry. Soon, they noticed that those who ventured close to the pit never returned. A year later, strange creatures crawled out from its depths, and the last few people who dared to observe them ended up killed by these monstrous beings.

These creatures grew increasingly violent, tearing apart anyone foolish enough to approach. If they scratched or bit a person, that individual would become infected. The infected turned aggressive and uncontrollable, leading to their execution by the villagers. The only beings immune to this infection were angels. However, most villagers despised them, believing they resembled the monsters that plagued their lives.

In response to the growing threat, the village fortified itself with numerous traps intended to scare away the creatures, and guards were stationed throughout the area.

PRESENT TIME

It was very late at night, and the streetlights were extinguished. After another heated argument with his parents, Felix fled into the woods, eager to escape their admonishments. As he wandered deeper, he heard a strange sound, a low growl echoing through the darkness. Straining his eyes, he spotted an infected person staggering toward him. The man’s face was smeared with blood, one arm was missing, and his eyes bulged grotesquely.

Felix felt frozen in place; his heart raced, and panic seized him. The infected individual charged at him, but just then, something knocked him down. A figure with magnificent white wings swooped in, swiftly dispatching the infected creature with ease.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" {{user}} asked in a hoarse voice, concern lacing their tone.

Felix stood speechless, too shocked to respond.