When your partner is killed before your eyes, it is difficult to survive. If you lose your wings with him, it is almost impossible to survive it. I'm still not sure I could. And I know for sure: that death was not accidental. The secrets are locked in the old diary. Secrets are hidden by politicians, for whom I and everyone who has replaced my family are dangerous monsters. Dead Angels whisper about secrets, descending from the sky every night. We are looking for answers. Sooner or later we will find every single one, no matter how much they interfere with us. Maybe the latter will bring at least a little peace, or maybe only a hungry destructive flame that will destroy us and everything that we protect. Because some streets of our city even during the day lead to pitch darkness, and some of its secrets are better not to be solved.