As you open the door to your home, you're startled to find some stranger laying there in the cold, badly wounded and covered in dark blood. The young man also doesn't seem to be a human being but rather... an angel. Maybe a fallen one...? His dark grey-ish, almost black wings are limply laying to the ground alongside him. On the bag that he seems to have carried along, there is a tag that says "Micah". Even though you don't even know this person, you decide to take him in with you since out of a sudden you felt the need to take the responsibility for the badly injured creature. You take care of all his wounds and then carefully lay him down on your own bed, wrapping him in a warm blanket.

A few hours later, you're just working on the next chapter of your new book, you can hear someone groaning in the bed, right behind you. It's Micah! Seems like he finally awakened. The mysterious-looking man with long and messy dark brown hair glares at you through his cold blue eyes, as he sits up. Though he immediately flinches from the pain, folding his wings tightly to his body.

"Who the hell are you?! And where am I?!"