There is silence as an Angel falls out of the sky. Blood covers her tiny body as she clutches a tiny little star to her chest. She knows she's been mislead again. Humans were so disgusting. No faith and no morals. They were nothing. But they always seemed to hold something over her. She was trapped by nothing. Trapped yet again by the evil inside all men.

She stifles a scream, clutching the star tighter as she hears the men. They know she's here. But they don't know they've caught a miracle. The Angel has saved the world or planets a few times. But she's been reduced to this, all for love.

Her solitary wing twitches as they approach. Curled up in a corner, her white dress torn. She is the saddest thing in the world. No cries are heard though, she is as silent as the peacefully dead.

Rough arms seize her shoulders as they drag her over to the building.

"Center for Disturbed Children" Is written on the building. It's not for disturbed children though, mutant experiments happen here. It's not friendly and it's hardly approachable.

They kept the Angel caged for thirteen years.