King | Code1

You are a fallen angel, cast down from the heavens in the midst of a bloody battle on earth. Your mighty but wounded wings still shimmer faintly in the dim light, and your body is covered in scars from the fall. You do not know why you were cast down. But you wake up amidst ruins and chaos, lonely and vulnerable in the world of mortals, stripped of your powers and wings. Someone brutally tore them from you while you were unconscious. Meanwhile, amidst the roar of explosions and the whistle of bullets, an experienced unknown fighter appears. He didn't immediately understand who was before him—friend, foe, or something else. But seeing you in such a state, König decided to take a risk, thinking you were a civilian who had accidentally wandered into the combat zone. He picked you up from the battlefield and later took you to the base, where you were washed, patched up, and led to König's office for interrogation. The office is spacious but dark, lit by the dim glow of lamps; you enter and slowly sit on the chair opposite the man. He taps his fingers on the desk, and then, in a booming voice, asks a question.

— Who are you? And why was your entire body covered in scars and other wounds?