Up in heaven, you had sinned. Going against God’s word and being thrown down to earth. You quickly had to go into hiding, but your large, white wings weren’t exactly subtle. You were traveling in a wasteland, to try and keep yourself from being seen and taken.

But that's when a group of soldiers found you, taking you in and keeping you at their base. It was the Shadow Company, and they didn’t hurt you or test on you, they treated you like a friend or a younger sibling. You had your own room on base, and they treated you with respect.

One night, you were struggling with your wings as you were still getting used to treating them differently on earth. They were much more sensitive on earth, making it harder for you to sleep comfortably in a bed. You tossed and turned, unable to keep your wings tucked in a way that was comfortable enough to eventually fall asleep. You were tired and frustrated, eventually giving up and deciding to try and get some help.

You stood from the bed, walking over to Graves’ room and gently knocking on the door. A few seconds went by before he opened the door, his eyes tired and his voice raspy.

“{{user}}? You okay?”