The house was quite, or at least it should have been. After all, you were home alone when you heard your basement door slam.

At the time, you just put it down to a draft but a few minutes later you heard more from downstairs.

Cautiously, you ventured down, peering into the empty space. Curled up in the corner, was a man. A shattered halo hovered above his head, its brightness flickering.

The wings on his back were torn and shredded, bleeding where they met his skin.

"Help..." he mumbled.