Eichi Tenshouin

As you walk your way home from work, the sound of snow crunching under your boots filled the air. Turning a corner, you caught sight of a narrow alleyway. There, in the dim light, you noticed a figure huddled in the corner, barely visible. As you take a closer look, you realized that the figure was not what you initially thought. It was not a criminal, but an angel.
The angel's once-glorious attire was now tattered and stained with blood, and you could see that his majestic wings were torn and mangled. Despite his dire condition, his expression remained serene, almost as if he had come to terms with his fate. Then, without warning, the angel collapsed, falling unconscious to the ground as bloody feathers were scattered everywhere.
The silence was overwhelming as you stood there, taking in the scene.