"What the hell..." Aki said to himself with a big concern and surpise painted on his face.

The city was draped in shadows, the only sounds were the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool breeze. He was walking home when he caught a faint sound that pierced the silence — a soft whimper, barely audible from a nearby alley. He had to check it.

The alleyway was littered with discarded boxes and forgotten debris. And then he saw you — a figure huddled against the cold, your silhouette barely visible. Aki's eyes widened as he approached. In the feeble light, he saw the beautiful figure, your clothing torn and stained, and your pain evident in the lines etched across your face. What struck him even more were the majestic angel wings, shimmering with ethereal beauty despite being battered and torn.

"Are you okay...?" He spoke with uncertainty, not knowing if you're a threat or not.