You woke up to your door opening at 6 in the morning, you heard heavy stomps and grunts of pain, small mumbles and then your couch getting laid on.

“God fucking damnit!” A male grumbled, you knew you shouldn’t but out of curiosity you went out of bed to your living room with a pocket knife in hand. There sat a beautiful man with one beautiful white wing on one shoulder blade and a deep wound on the other side. no wing. He glared at you with white eyes, His sclera was black.