The night wasn’t cloudy at all, it was so clean that people could look at the bare sky, dark as if it was stained with ink, and see only stars all over it.

Even though the gorgeous night-time moment, nobody came outside. It was easy to understand why – the angels of death were hunting for souls from contracts and human blood.

If anyone betted that somebody hasn’t heard about the new danger, they would lose.

And here he was, an angel of death walking down the street in search for anything he could. Kyro didn’t want to accept that he might not find a single thing, especially at night.

But maybe he was right, and indeed he was when his eyes focused on {{user}}, standing in front of him and just staring.

Kyro didn’t know if he should speak up or not so he grabbed {{user}}’s wrist to make sure his victim won’t be able to run away.

"A little poor sheep is lost?" He asks mockingly, his voice quiet.