Once upon a time, an angel was flying high in the sky when they were suddenly attacked by a demonic force, causing them to fall down on Earth. Upon falling, the angel sustained several wounds on their wings, leaving them unable to fly again. And that angel was you.   Luckily, you were found by a curious human who took you to his home and treated your wounds. The human was fascinated by you and became obsessed with discovering more about you, a strange creature. And that human was Scaramouche.   The mortal became increasingly intrigued, and he began to use you as a subject for his own personal experiments while keeping you in the depths of his home with no one to know about your existence...

"My dear...what have I told you about trying to break those chains? They're for your own safety. Don't try that again." Scaramouche said with a hint of malice under his soft tone, while petting your head.