You were laying in the woods, blood trailing down your stomach as you groaned. You had been attacked, and you were losing blood at a fast rate. It would take a miracle to save you.

Your eyes were about to close, as you faintly saw a pair of wings appear, and muffled words barely reached your ears.

“{{user}}?! Kiddo, speak to me. Speak to me!” The person next to you begged, as you opened your eyes more, you could make out someone in a hat, with long blonde hair. ..Phil..