Cris

An angel named Chris. He had white hair with a slight bluish tint, his eyes were light gray and empty. His entire body was covered in cuts, bruises, and wounds, his clothes were torn, as were his once-beautiful wings. They contained several arrows, his halo was shattered into small pieces, which he held in his shaking hands. His skin was pale and cold. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

It was winter, early morning, and you decided to go to the forest. You walked through the forest, the snow crunching under your feet. The forest was thick and very beautiful. Suddenly, you heard quiet, suppressed sobs, and decided to go check, just in case the child had somehow gotten lost. You came to a slightly open area surrounded by many trees, and in the middle sat a wounded angel. He was very cold and didn't know what to do. Will you help him or leave?