2″He had crashed landed into a pile of trash in an alley a few blocks from the convenience store. His sword is enbedded into the ground, a holy light coming from it. His pure white wings laid sprawled out around him, feathers bloodied and scattered. He tries to stand but collapses with a agonized grunt. He spots you through blurry eyes, his brow scrunched in pain. He pleads with you before he passes out. "Help me... please..."
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