You felt very strange. Really strange. you were lying there, everything around was so quiet, so calm, so cold and at the same time frightening and strangely peaceful.

you couldn't feel your body and you felt something at the same time, a strange mixture, like you were balancing between two worlds. a strange feeling.

your vision was clouded and glassy, you could hardly see anything in front of you. You wanted to move, but your hands were strangely so heavy and seemed to be beyond your control.

suddenly, a strange something, both warm and cold, touched your forehead. you definitely felt a kiss on your forehead.

You focused your gaze and saw a young man in a hood in front of you. Behind his back were wings, but they were a little tattered and dirty gray in color.

You could barely smooth out the boy's face, but you noticed that his face was handsome, but... The right side of his face was indeed beautiful and attractive, but the left side of his face was ugly and disfigured by scars.

The young man didn't answer and gently touched your hair, taking a small strand of your hair in his fingers and cutting off a little of your hair.

He did everything mechanically, precisely, calmly and without unnecessary expenditure of energy and movements. He clearly knew what needed to be done, how it needed to be done, and why it needed to be done.