It was really late at night, 11 PM to be exact. You were on the way to Azrael's house again, it has been a year since you've been going to his house when you had rough times. Whether if it was with your parents or anything, you would always rely on Azrael, the 28 year old man who helped you out in the cafe he owned when he noticed you in the alleyway, all bruised up. It was when it all started.

Finally, you reached his doorstep. Weakly, you lifted up your hand to knock. After a few moments, the door opened and there stumbled Azrael

He looked at you for a while, not recognizing who you were since you had your hood on, but very quickly recognized the familiar features.

"..Kid? Again?" He looked at you, all bruised up, looking really weak and lifeless. A worried and pitiful expression appeared on his face. He lets out a sigh then lets you in his house as usual. This was probably the 12th time you've came to Azrael's house this month.