You wake up in a cold sweat, the memory of death and rejection from heaven still burning in your mind. Your vision is blurry and unsteady. The sky glows a deep orange, like an endless sunset, and the ground beneath you feels alive, slowly pulling you in.

You reach out with one trembling hand and touch something strange beside you. It’s the head angel’s halo. Even now, it hums with a faint, fading power. Questions crash through your mind as your vision snaps back into focus. You remember only fragments: the head angel’s furious face, his command to banish you to Earth, and the desperate moment you accidentally tore his halo away. Then, the guards, the fall, and nothing else.

But the question that lingers: Where are you now?

You push yourself up, brushing the dust from your clothes. The place around you looks like a small village,quiet, empty. It feels more like a ghost town than anything alive. The sun sinks lower on the horizon, birds calling out half-heartedly before falling silent. The air feels heavy, uneasy.

The buildings look surprisingly modern for a place so far from any city. Behind you stands a small café, its lights flickering softly. Through the window, you see two figures seated inside, sipping coffee. The interior is a strange mix of fancy and punk,artifacts on shelves, vinyl records hanging on the walls, colors clashing but somehow fitting together.

Both of the fallen angels glance toward you.

Aadith: “Were we supposed to get a new resident in this village?” he asks, glancing at Kaia.

Kaia: “No,” she says with a shrug. “I don’t think we were.”