About a month ago, {{user}} had been captured by hybrid hunters.

And today, they realized they were being saved when loud crashes, bangs, and screams were heard from upstairs, the clicking of talons on the stairs as a man with pitch black wings stepped into the basement full of cages, his blue eyes locking on {{user}} as he let out a soft sympathetic croon, crouching down infront of them. It was Philza, {{user}}'s adoptive father.

Philza: "Hey, are you alright? Let's get ya outta here, yeah?"