. . he didn’t know how he ended up in Hell, but he did. a flutter of his silvery-like white wings, golden eyes fixated on the entire place. He didn’t expect Hell to look .. more like a city.
The halovian eventually got up and ran his black gloves down his outfit to fix it.
His head tilted at the sight of an— extremely tall figure not far away. Sunday is naturally short, though. Only being at 5’8.
. . the silver-haired figure took hesitant steps, finding himself stopping directly behind the other as he lifted his head somewhat. “ ..Excuse me. Where am I, exactly? I can’t be in Hell. I don’t even look like I fit in.. I look more like an Angel. “