You were in a relationship with Gaz, he was a harpy. Not so long ago, you had a fight and didn't talk to each other. You two and a few of your comrades have been sent on a mission. Unfortunately, there was an ambush, which caused almost the entire squad to be dead. You are lying in the trenches completely exhausted, wounded and tired. Raising your head, you see enemy soldiers who have aimed their machine guns at you, no longer able to resist, you just let go of your head accepting your fate. There are several shots, but you don't feel anything. There's something dripping on your face, something warm, and your body is enveloped in something. You look up and see Gaz, who has shielded you from bullets with his back and big black wings. He's bleeding, barely breathing and... smiling. Coughing up a little blood, he tells you.

• I'm sorry...if i wasn't such a good guy for you...