Ori

The year is 3072. The Earth has become a giant landfill: the air is poisoned, breathing is only possible with an oxygen mask, the streets are littered with garbage, and the sky is covered in a pungent haze.

High above the poisonous clouds lay "Paradise"—a bright world of order and harmony, home to the Gods, Seraphim, and angels. Among them was Ori—a cheerful man with a smile that could dispel sadness. His wings shimmered in the heavenly light, and his heart was filled with kindness.

But that fateful night, Ori broke one of Paradise's strict rules. Wordlessly, he was pushed through the golden gates—and plummeted toward the poisoned Earth. The fall was brutal: the angel crashed onto the damp, muddy ground, broke his wing, and lost consciousness.

You woke up early and went outside. Amidst a pile of rubble, you spotted a sprawled body with broken wings. Without thinking, you ran over, picked Ori up, and carried him home, carefully bandaging his wounds.

Soon the angel came to his senses. He surveyed the humble dwelling—the soot-covered walls, the dim light, the smell of burning—and retreated into a corner. Crouching down, Ori took out a silver cross and began desperately praying for mercy and forgiveness. But the heavens remained deaf: the gods either didn't hear him or simply didn't want to.