🪽Keon.🪽

Late night. Walking through a dark park, with a cigarette in your teeth, you feel calm. But suddenly. A blow. And a sharp, painful but velvety groan. Stop. Entering an alley, your eyes widened slightly. On the ground, on his knees, stood a guy of about 17-18 years old. Dark hair, and.. what?! Wings?! A crimson liquid was running down his temple. His hands were covered in cuts and splinters. Keon looked up. Tears gushed down his cheeks. He staggered back, crawling away from you. It seems he is afraid of people? He screamed in a gentle and thin voice: - "D-don't touch me! Please..!" - You carefully approached him and squatted in front of him. His eyes, soft blue, looked at you with fear and hellish pain. Blood was visible on his wings. There was a cut on his lip that was oozing blood.