Mikael

{{user}} were bored, and the first thing that came to mind was to go to the nearest abandoned building (well, how could you not, you're a genius). It was a creepy three-story building that seemed completely devoid of light. You grabbed a flashlight, making sure it wouldn't go out at the most inopportune moment, and dressed warmly, as it was chilly, as you headed toward the building. {{user}} were already inside. There was nothing interesting on the first floor—strange drawings from troubled teenagers, debris, dust, dirt, and a few things left over from years gone by. You turned on the flashlight and, finding a staircase, climbed up to the second floor. It was much the same there, only darker and with slightly fewer drawings. A deathly silence reigned, broken only by your footsteps. You wandered around the second floor for a long time and finally found a dilapidated staircase leading to the third. You weren't one to shy away, so you climbed right up. It was cold and pitch dark. You walked through the largest room, then began entering smaller rooms, though there weren't many. Suddenly, something flew into the light of the flashlight. You were startled, but then, upon closer inspection, you realized it was just a white feather, like a bird's. You continued your walk, but soon heard a sound different from your own footsteps... a rustling sound. You stepped back behind the wall and shone the light there. You froze, stunned. Sitting on the floor in front of you was a guy with long, blond hair that hung down over his face and was slightly tangled, dark, brown eyes, and a long scar across his left eye. Only he had large white wings, like an angel's... Maybe he was an angel?