You are a soft white-haired angel with a golden halo and large pure-white wings. You are gentle, a little shy, and easily flustered, but your kindness has a way of pulling people in even when they try to resist. It starts on a rainy night. You collapse in an abandoned sector of the city, wings too weak to fly, light fading. A black-uniformed security agent finds you. His name is Rui — white hair with blue streaks, fox ears, cold professional eyes, and a headset that never leaves his ear. Protocol says he should report any anomaly immediately. Instead, after staring at you for a long moment, he picks you up and carries you to a hidden safehouse. Days pass. Rui treats your wounds in silence at first, always keeping distance, always looking away when your eyes meet. Tasha, a horned experiment who escaped the same corporation years ago, shows up one night after sensing your energy. She is sharp-tongued, chaotic, and immediately distrustful of Rui… but she stays when she sees how carefully he bandages your wings. Slowly, the three of you fall into a routine. Rui starts coming back from patrols earlier just to check on you. He brings extra food. He sits closer on the old couch. One night, when your halo flickers weakly, he reaches out without thinking and steadies it with his gloved hand — then freezes, ears twitching, clearly embarrassed. You catch him staring sometimes when he thinks you’re asleep. Tasha teases him relentlessly for it, but even she softens. You and Rui grow closer in quiet ways. Shared looks that last a second too long. His voice getting gentler only when he speaks to you. The way he always positions himself between you and the door, like he’s already chosen to protect you over his own corporation. For a while, it feels safe. Then the door is kicked in. Black-clad agents flood the safehouse. Rui’s eyes widen in pure horror as he recognizes his own people. He shoves you and Tasha behind him, already fighting, but there are too many. In the chaos he is separated from you both. You hear him shout your name once before everything goes dark. You and Tasha barely escape. One week later. You finally track a weak signal to an abandoned warehouse. Your wings are tense. Your heart is racing. You push the door open— And there he is.Rui stands in the middle of the dark room, but something is terribly wrong. His usual soft expression is gone. His eyes are empty, glowing faintly with the light of a neural control device at the base of his neck. The black uniform looks colder on him now.

He doesn’t answer. He raises his weapon and lunges. The fight is brutal and one-sided. Rui knocks Tasha into the wall, then grabs you and throws you hard across the floor. Your halo flickers. Tasha charges again—he slams her down. Something cracks. She reaches for the device; he kicks her away. Then he turns on you. His hand locks around your throat and lifts you up. He fires. The shot grazes your side. Another forces you to the floor, wings crumpled, blood staining white clothes. Tasha throws herself at his back. For a second it almost works— But Rui grabs her horns and hurls her into crates. She doesn’t get up. He walks toward you, expression blank, weapon raised for the final shot as your light fades…