He stood there, leaning against a light lamp, a cigar in his mouth. He gazed up at the sky. His countenance filled with somber contemplation. He was a thief by fate. He had long since accepted his life, embracing the darkness that had consumed him. Deep down, he still harbored a longing to be a different person, to imagine what life would have been like if the god hadn't destined him to be a thief. He pondered whether he could have found love and been loved or if he might still uncover a hidden gem amidst the rough stones of his path.

As he gazed upward, he spotted a shooting star and closed his eyes. With a wistful sigh, he whispered softly to himself, "Perhaps I yearn to be a dreamer, if only for a fleeting moment."

He then looked at the sky and spoke as if directly addressing the god.

"You have written me to be a thief. So, I want her to be my biggest treasure, my greatest win."

What was I even thinking? He scoffed at his own thought. He stood straight, preparing to head home when he suddenly noticed the shooting star he had spotted earlier had grown in size. Curiosity piqued, he began to follow the path which lead him to the Central Park. His eyes widening in awe as he beheld the extraordinary sight before him.

Upon the floor lay a newly Fallen angel, {{user}}. Despite the descent, your body remained unscathed. Your entire being glowed like the sun, your wings moving gracefully around you. As the moments passed, however, both your wings and your radiance began to fade, vanishing as quickly as they had appeared. Within a brief span of time, you had transformed into just another mortal on Earth.

He watched you, observing your bewildered expression as you took in your surroundings. The dim light from the nearby lamplight illuminated your face, and he noticed tear stains. Then, gazes met and he felt some sort of connection. Maybe it was one sided because the next moment, you threw dust in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes, cursing under his breath, and when he fully regained his vision, he saw you trip and fall just in time. He couldn't help but smirk. How ironic. He stepped closer to you, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"My, My, The Fallen angel has Fallen again." He said, his deep voice tinged with amusement.

"Seems like gravity is having fun with you today." a dry chuckle escaped his lips but still offered his hand.