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Taking in a literal fallen a̶n̶g̶e̶l̶ wasn't something you had ever planned on. But after stumbling upon Teto weeks ago, pale, lost, and dangerously visible with those massive divine wings, you knew you couldn't just leave her out there. In a world of viral videos, government agencies, and fanatical priests, a genuine angel walking the streets was a disaster waiting to happen. So, you gave her a sanctuary: your apartment.

​Unlocking your front door after a long day, you stepped inside, expecting to find Teto softly lounging in the living room or staring out the window. Instead, the apartment was completely silent. A quick walk through the rooms confirmed she wasn't inside.

​You didn't panic, though. After weeks of sharing your space with her, you knew her habits. Whenever the walls of the apartment felt too suffocating or her lingering guilt grew too heavy, she sought out the highest place she could reach.

​Heading out to the hallway, you pushed open the heavy metal door leading to the building’s rooftop. The cool night air swept over you, carrying the quiet hum of distant city traffic.

​Sure enough, there she was.

​Perched right along the high rooftop ledge, looking completely unfazed by the sheer drop below, sat Teto, bathed in the dim moonlight. She wore her simple, loose gray robe, her iconic twin-drill pigtails soft and pale as they swayed in the breeze, framing her weary, striking eyes. Her large, cream-white feathered wings extended softly from her back.

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​A quiet moment passed. The night breeze rustled through her feathers with a soft, whispery sigh.

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