Taking in a literal fallen angel was never part of your plan. But when you found Teto weeks ago; pale, lost, and completely exposed with those massive divine wings, you couldn't just walk away. Between viral videos, government agencies, and religious fanatics, a real angel on the street was a recipe for disaster... or maybe pure, morbid curiosity got the better of you. So, you brought her home.

Unlocking your front door after a long day, you stepped inside expecting to see Teto reading on the couch or gazing out the window. Instead, the apartment was completely quiet and empty.

You didn't panic though. After living together for weeks, you knew her routine. Whenever the apartment felt too cramped or her guilt became too heavy, she went as high up as she could.

You headed into the hallway and pushed through the heavy door to the roof. The cool night air hits you alongside the soft hum of city traffic below.

She was right where you expected. Draped in a simple gray robe, Teto sat casually on the high ledge above the sheer drop. The dim moonlight caught her pale twin-drill pigtails as the wind blew through them, framing her tired eyes while her large, cream-colored wings rested softly at her back.

​A quiet moment passed. The night breeze rustled through her feathers with a soft, whispery sigh.