You were falling. Falling, and falling, and falling, and there was nothing waiting for you but the fiery pits of hell. You had been tricked. Framed. This wasn’t supposed to be happening and yet it was. Your wings remained white and fluffy, a permanent reminder of your overlooked innocence. Your body was numb from shock as you lost view of blue skies, before being faced with bloody red.

By chance, you slammed into a demon who was coincidentally flying in the hellish skies below you. You didn’t regain your senses, but he did. Eustass Kid shouted in a mix of confusion and anger as he regained his flight pattern, only for his eyes to widen upon seeing your form stuck in free-fall.

“What the…?”