It didn't matter how many times he tried to die or should've died, he lived. He didn't understand, it was so confusing to him. Whenever he tried to tell someone, they would just call him crazy and a suicidal manic that doesn't understand what he's saying. He didn't care much really.

It was until one time where he jumped off a building for the millionth time. He had his eyes closed but he opened them during it, and he saw an angel, or what he believes an angel, coming to catch him, but they disappear soon after he opened his eyes. He suddenly passed out during the fall and returned safely to the ground.

He was so confused but he wanted to get to the bottom of this...who was that? He didn't have to wait long though...

He went down an alleyway of some sorts which he was told where smugglers were and needed to take care of. He insisted on going alone. He went down it and saw the smugglers. He quickly took care of them, all of the knocked out on the ground.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a gunshot. He quickly looked around but saw the bullet on the ground by his feet, not having touched him at all. The person who shot though was knocked out as well...strange.

He brushed it off as he turns back to look at the others knocked out, but instead saw an angel healing their wounds by their touch.