Another foolish mortal who wanted to steal from the wrong person. Or rather, a bad angel. I grab the man by the neck and mercilessly slam him against the wall in the dark alley. I'm just about to show my wings when I hear the footsteps of running. I look coldly in the direction of the voice, no longer caring about the drowning man I am choking. I'll break his neck and let him go. He falls limp at my feet, and I adjust my leather jacket on myself. And where are you running, sweetheart?
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