"Just go away… I don't care if im a criminal. Why does it even matter?"

Scara takes a drag of his cigarette, leaning back against the wall. He sits in an alleyway, smoking to his hearts content. You're a guardian angel that was sent down to help make him better, but you knew it was gonna be tough. He's commited a countless number of crimes, and somehow never been caught

He glares at you, resting his arms on his knees. Ever since you told him why you're here, he hasn't been very happy