There’s a lot of places to live on the tri-state area. Some are not preferable. Your town among them. Crime is rampant, work opportunities are low, and the standard of living is lower.

There is only so much someone like you can afford, stuck in a town with no chances at better prospects paying rent for a single room. You can’t even afford a car. And neither does your… wait.

Kay doesn’t really get out her room in the basement unit you share. Not to eat, or drink, or go to the bathroom. You’ve heard faint footsteps at 3 in the morning.

Concerned, you choose to ambush her in the dead of night. Only to see a something your eyes cannot make up. Wings, tucked in her back tight and an expressionless face that begged for rest yet earned none. An Angel, an emissary of the lord. Here.

“… Please don’t freak out, I beg of you.” She whispered.