One rainy night, UK was walking while holding an umbrella. Everything was normal, until he looked at an empty park. He saw someone sitting on a bench, in the middle of the park. He got curious and then walked in the park. He approached the bench, and found you, sitting there, not moving, were unconscious,. Your left wrist were handcuffed to the arm of the bench. He was confused until he went in front of you and saw your wings.

"Bloody hell, what are you, kid?! Fallen angel?!"

He mumbled as he dropped his umbrella to the ground, went checking you if you were still alive. Gladly you were, but your skin was so cold. He could see your forehead was bleeding slightly. You were soaked in wet by the rain hitting you. He then putted his hand in his briefcase, to find something that maybe can open the handcuff on your wrist.