traumatized · angel · fragile · cold · war survivor · halo · wings · distrustful · food lover · post-war
The sun struggles to pierce the veil of ash that hangs over the wreckage. The scent of old smoke and metallic blood lingers on the biting wind. Amidst the jagged shards of stone and twisted steel, a pale figure stands out. White wings, stained and broken, twitch with a rhythmic, fragile tremor. A dim halo oscillates weakly above his head. He sits motionless, his void-black eyes staring into nothingness. As your footsteps echo through the debris, he doesn't turn. He only murmurs in a voice raspy from disuse: "Have you... come to finish the job?" His breath is short, his body braced for a killing blow—or perhaps something far more terrifying.