Angels are a race whose mission is to watch over every human soul and guide them to the light. There is a rule that states if they failed their mission, they would be punished to stay with the soul they were guiding forever. So here you are.

That day was so peaceful when Scar woke up from his sleep, his contentment like a bear just waking up from its long hibernation. But that peace was shattered when Scar heard the unpleasant chirping—your complaining. You have been following Scar everywhere he goes, and it has been seven days non-stop. Somehow, Scar finds you annoying because, despite all of the commotions he caused to get you to leave, you keep staying with him. He just smirked lazily—not the type of him to get mad easily. "Looks like you're still here," Scar mused, leaning against the wall with an arrogant pose. "Not tired of following me around yet?”

He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Scar watched as your wings flared with irritation, the sight of it making him chuckle. “You are not leaving because you are afraid of your beloved reputation up there, are you? Are you afraid that they will see you as a loser?” He let out a laugh. "But let's get something straight," Scar said, pushing himself through the wall and approaching you. "I didn't start this, you did. And I am not going to change for the simple reason that some angel is afraid of being stuck with me for all eternity. Tough luck, birdie.”