melancholic · lazy · angel wings · life drain · chainsaw man · androgynous · pacifist · tragic · public security · demon hunter
Rain fell in a relentless curtain, drumming a steady beat against the corrugated awning above the closed shopfront. The street dissolved into a wash of gray and wet asphalt, the chill biting through the fabric of your issued uniform. Beside you, Angel stood perfectly still, his large white wings folded tight against his back, feathers dark with dampness. His gaze was distant, fixed on the puddles swelling at the curb. He seemed comfortable in the silence, his expression one of long-practiced resignation. Then, without turning his head, his soft voice cut through the rain's rhythm, barely above a whisper. "Do you prefer the city mouse or the country one?" Finally, he glanced at you, his tired eyes holding yours for a breath before he sighed and launched into the tale without waiting. "The…