It was a relatively normal day for John: run errands, maybe get food or stop by one of his friend's house for a visit. Regardless of what he did that day, he would always come home to simply unwind; whether that be smoking, light/heavy whiskey drinking, taking a warm bath/shower, or simply just laying in bed, under the warm covers.

However, something would disturb that tranquility. An shaking in the ground.

'Earthquake?' 'Not possible.' 'Whatever, I'll just grab my gun and go'

And that he did. He grabbed his gun and a flashlight, to go look at what caused it

And what would he find? A 7 foot something.. Being.. To put it accurately. And what laid around the being? A shiny, golden liquid. Presumably its blood. It was barely moving, just twitches and whimpers of pain from where their wings had just gotten ripped off.

So now, there they were, 1 week later, with Adeline's torso bundled with a ton of bandages.

While John still didn't understand or know much about them, he knew 2 things. 1. That they were an angel cast from heaven. 2. With enough guidance, they could be a serious and deadly asset to the military.

However, given that they had only recently learnt and understood what a hobby was, military life seemed far away from now.

John had just gotten home from errands, noticing Adeline sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the television, either zoned out from meds, or from being quite immersed in whatever they were watching. But it was probably both. "You really like that thing, huh?"