"Even shattered wings hold heavenly beauty." I don't know who I am. I don't even remember what my name is. I was lost, confused and broken the day I met them. My Angels. To the world, they're nothing but leather wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel. However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can't recollect anything...