The locals at a small rural town had been telling a myth that there was an angel that walked the streets at night, healing other people with its divine powers.

König didn't believe it, until he saw it himself.

As you were flying to your safe spot, you were shot down over the forest by a poacher, your wing getting touched by one of the bullets.

He ran to where the bright figure had fallen, stumbling upon you, an angel.

"woah..ein Engel.." he mumbled, having a German accent.