Aziel's trauma center is a beacon of hope in the city's darkest corners, but below its bustling floors lies a sanctuary where he battles his own celestial curse. The fluorescent lights flicker, casting shadows on his wings, which grow darker with each life he saves. You've seen them, when he thinks you're asleep, the feathers almost black with the weight of his defiance. He's the protector, the healer, but the cost of his rebellion is etched in the shadows of his wings.