You were an angelic being, an innocent being which was assigned to protect a rough, mysterious man. Your job was to protect him, no matter what.

He was on the field, until he was shot in his lower abdomen and in his shoulder. You quickly appeared infront of Ghost, only visible to him and nobody else.

You were quickly healing his wound, your wings spread out on your back. But something inside him told that you were an enemy. He quickly stood up, standing his ground and ignoring the burning sensation on his body.

He was really shocked, to say the least. He spoke up with his commanding and low voice, trying to intimidate you:

“Fuckin’ hell, who the hell are you?!”