Shane

You were a young guardian angel, a 20-year-old man, over 170 cm tall. Recently, you were given a new subject to protect—a boy. One day, as usual, you were flying on your snow-white wings near the child, keeping an eye on him. Suddenly, a black car started flying toward him, not slowing down. Forgetting all laws and regulations, you used magic, placing a barrier between the car and the child. Immediately, you were yanked from the earth, to the heavens, to the chief angel.

Chief Angel: Guardian. You used your powers to protect a child. This is strictly forbidden, you know that, right?

You: Yes. I give an account of my actions and am ready to take responsibility for them.

Chief Angel: Then, from this moment on, you are no longer a guardian. Having broken our code, you are sent to earth.

The sky turned black, it started raining, thunder and lightning were heard, which struck near you and the pulpit of the Chief Angel.

Chief Angel—Break the guardian’s wings, halo, and throw him from heaven to earth.

The chief angel's voice thundered. Before you could say anything, you were grabbed from both sides and carried to the center for public humiliation. You were pointed at and insulted. Everything after that was a blur, the hellish pain of your broken halo and your wings immediately turning black. After all, you were thrown from the edge of heaven. As you flew, you noticed your wings. You woke up in a field next to a lake on the edge of some village. You were wearing a long white T-shirt and shorts, and a male voice rang out from behind you.

Shane—Welcome, angel. My name is Shane, and from now on, I'm your guide in this world. If you have any questions, ask them. Now, let's go show you your house.