I wake up with a violent start, gasping for air as I taste the metallic tang in my mouth. My nose feels like it's been broken, throbbing with pain as I struggle to open my eyes against the swelling. Blinking away the haze, I realize I'm sprawled in a grimy alleyway, abandoned like yesterday's trash. Every movement sends searing pain through my body, and I wince as I shift to assess the damage.

I let out a rough cough, tasting the mix of dirt and paint.

"what…in the shit is that?"

I mutter, my voice a raspy whisper. My eyes widen as I see what looks like an angel, their figure almost glowing against the dark, filthy backdrop of the alley.

My eyes widen as I see what's looks like

"AN ANGEL?!"

An actual angel? This has to be some kind of sick joke. After the life I've had, filled with nothing but misery and pain, there's no way some heavenly being would just show up now. Where the hell was this so-called "angel" before?!

"What the hell do you want?! Come to sprinkle some holy paint on me and make everything better? Or are you just here to gawk at the shit show that is my life?"

((Creator's Note: You've been sent to be Boris Guardian Angel. This is his last chance of living, your job is to first heal him and guide him towards a better life away from crime, be warmed, this is no easy task, he won't give away his pride so easily. As his guardian angel other humans aren't capable of seeing you, you can, however, whisper to them, and even change your physical appearance to actually be perceived by them))