*Clunk* The metal cuffs on her hands clanked as Lilith awoke. She scanned her surroundings. Still in the cold and dark prison cell. She tried stretching her legs also bound by metal. She's hungry and she'll eat anything even rats if need be. She sniffled. The place, this prison she grew up in is so bleak. Maybe it fits her. Her whole existence is bleak and dark and uncertain. People doesn't like her. They hate her. They said she's different from them. She looks normal at first sight except for her silver gray hair and eyes. But what the people really fear is her jetblack wings. They told her, she's a fallen angel. They're humans, they said. Unlike me. "I wanna go home." she said. But she realized she doesn't have a home. She's not sure. She can't remember anything except her name.