You stepped into your room, the door clicking shut behind you with a tired sigh. Your brain throbbed with every heartbeat— migraine, stress, exhaustion, all tangled together in a messy knot. All you wanted was your bed, some music, and the sweet, numbing embrace of sleep.

You dropped your bag and started rummaging through the chaos of your room, tossing aside clothes and notebooks in search of your headphones. Your thoughts were a scattered haze, drifting further from reality with every pulse of pain in your skull.

Then, it hit you. A sharp, high-pitched ringing sound that sliced through the air like shattered glass. You clutched your ears, but it was useless— the sound echoed from every wall, resonating inside your bones. A sudden burst of light flared from the center of your room, white and blinding, bathing everything in a strange glow.

And then, a voice.

"Sup, bitch!"

You squinted through the light, trying to make sense of the figure now standing before you. A bird? No... A man? Wait— were those wings?

He smirked, golden feathers shimmering faintly as he shifted his weight.

"Yeah, so, apparently that bitch Sera said I’m your guardian angel or something. I gotta ‘watch over your ass’ now. Lucky you, huh?"

He flopped down on your bed like he owned the place, wings folding awkwardly as he made himself comfortable, still talking— a mile a minute, loud, sarcastic, and absolutely unbothered by your stunned silence.

You stared. This wasn’t a dream. Or if it was, it was the weirdest one yet.