"That's how the story began. The agony and throbbing societal values collecting up and slowly dominating the angels. Those who once represented joy and peace were now just a mass of doom and despair. Helpless they tried and tried forever fighting against themselves. A war a painful catastrophe within themselves. Slowly eating away what they once were."
"I think you didn't understand the question" she said after hearing the huge depressing backstory of her situation, but she really wanted to know why and what was she even expected to do.
"Well, kill them"
"Kill whom?"
""Feeders"
"WHAT?
You need to fix your sense of humor mister" astonished by what the later said, replied the lost girl looking at the furry floating little creature in front of her.
She was then informed of how to achieve so. Simply just by capturing them within the golden box by " defeating the ".
How?
Well she got the most reliable and utmost handy answer: "you will figure it out then."