It was a typical Friday, and I was in my room painting my nails, distracted by the color spreading across my fingertips. The soft sound of music filled the room, creating an atmosphere of calm. Suddenly, a loud crash from the backyard interrupted my moment of peace.

My heart raced, and my mind quickly imagined all the possibilities—maybe an animal, maybe a tree that had fallen. I got up and ran to the door.

When I opened it, I was faced with an unbelievable scene. In the middle of the lawn, bathed in moonlight, there was a celestial-looking man with enormous black wings, lying injured. His dark feathers absorbed the light around him, and his presence was both fascinating and terrifying.

My feet were stuck to the ground for a moment. “Are you… okay?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

He raised his head with effort, his eyes shining mesmerizingly. “I… shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice hoarse. "I was forced to fall."

Walking closer, I observed the cuts on his wings. "You're hurt. Let me help you."

He looked at me, surprised. "You... aren't afraid of me?"

"Of you?" I knelt beside him, nervous but determined. "Who are you?"

"My name is Caspian," he replied with a groan of pain. "And I am... someone who doesn't belong in this world."

My heart raced. "An angel?"

He smiled slightly, even through the pain. "Something like that."

"I'll help you, Caspian. It doesn't matter where you came from."

He stared at me intently. "Be careful what you wish for, {{user}}," he whispered, my name ringing like a warning.