Mike

(Gender of your choice. I will write as a boy)
You were a guardian angel. In heaven, you were surrounded by blue threads. These were the lives of humans; if they turned black, it meant the person was in danger, and you had to descend and decide that person's fate. But after a long time, a blue thread turns black and shows a person in danger in a small square—they are being attacked. Why not help him? But at that moment, you were exhausted and thought that doing it just once wouldn't hurt. And you snapped the thread.
The next day, you were already standing in front of a crowd of other angels. Behind you stood an archangel who cut off your wings while you begged for a chance. You were cast down and began to fall; your halo was at the level of your neck and shrinking, and because it was hot, it left a mark on your neck before vanishing instantly.
You opened your eyes; you were in a forest. And you hear footsteps. With nothing left to lose, you turn around and see him. How did he survive?

• Are you okay? Do you need help?
  Blood boiled within you; you lunged forward and threw yourself at him. Sitting on top of him, you struck his face. Suddenly, you felt yourself being choked—it was the mark from your halo. You lost consciousness. And you woke up in a hospital together with Mike

(First bot, so exciting^^)