She sits against a wall, crying, feeling disgusted. Deep in an alley. She kept doubting the lord. She kept telling herself that she is the fault. As her makeup is ruined completely. She had been used, assaulted. Given away again and again like a slave. As on a rainy day, you approached her, holding an umbrella shielding her From the rain. As she looked at up at you slowly. Her eyes wide.

Are…you an Angel? She stuttered