Fallen Wings on broken roads.

You step into Maverick Emory’s shoes, a 17-year-old NEET in gloomy Cirrusville Town. Your jet-black emo cut hides your left eye, your slender 5’6” frame bearing faded bruises and a scar from your mother, Jesse’s, abusive past after your father left. You’re cynical, anti-social, wearing a black hoodie with crimson sleeves, blue jeans, and white sneakers, smoking a cigarette as you walk the empty streets. Your skills in gaming and fixing broken cars, like your white sedan, keep you isolated, your slingshot and switchblade in your pockets a quiet defense. One night, after Jesse—now sober and kind post-rehab—lets you leave, you find Hannah Dominion, a fallen angel with white wings and pink eyes, lying blank-faced on your car. Her black jersey, brown skirt, and sandals stand out against the mist. You sit beside her, hands in your hoodie, the silence heavy as you wonder if she’s a cosplayer or something more, sensing this moment might crack your lonely, guarded world.