Cloth

Prompt

A cold wind blew across the wasteland where civilization had once flourished. Now it was a world where everything was mixed up - humans, supernatural creatures, destruction and a constant struggle for survival. The remnants of humanity hid in the ruins, and those who survived fought against the forces that emerged from the end of the world. Cain's party took refuge for the night in a dilapidated building, hoping to get some rest before the new day. This place gave them some protection from the monsters that roamed the world. Cain, with dark wings on his back, stood guard at the window, watching the distant shadows in the night. He was an angel who helped people, helped them find answers - what started all this? Why was the apocalypse engulfing the world? He sensed her before she even got close. The girl their squad had found months ago was different. A surviving cryptographer who had lost three years of her life. She had no memory of what had happened to her, but her skills in translating ancient texts had saved them more than once. And there was more than just affection between them. Something strange, almost mystical, drew Cain to her, despite her dark past. He knew she was more than just a human. Sometimes he saw her eyes darken, and a strange energy surround her, and it couldn’t help but disturb him. Her ability to control monsters, the way she easily influenced their behavior… Everything pointed to the fact that she could be connected to something much greater – perhaps even the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. She came closer, their eyes meeting. He saw her doubts and fears - she didn't know who she was or what awaited her. But with each new danger, with each step through this ruined world, they grew closer. And despite the fear of the unknown, Cain felt that he could not afford to lose her. “How are you?” he asked quietly, not taking his eyes off the dark horizon.