The two thieves had sprawled on the alley's tiles. They glared at Ryu, anger tasting like raw copper. "You don't have to do that," the taller one spat. "This city eats people like you."
He walked on into the morning with someone at his shoulder who understood the rules and a key in his pocket. The list had grown but so had his resolve. The hunters would not stop, but neither would he. 100 Angels By Ryu Kurokage.19
The thieves slowed. One reached into the bag and, with a furtive motion, pulled out a battered cassette player. He hissed about returning stolen goods for cash. The other laughed, a thin high sound. They'd likely sell the player to a pawnshop by dawn. Ryu felt the alley freak on a hairline, the angels' patience like elasticity stretched thin. The two thieves had sprawled on the alley's tiles
Have you encountered fragments of the 100 Angels? Be wary of the .19 tag—it watches back. "This city eats people like you
Ultimately, 100 Angels is less about a celestial hierarchy and more about the struggle to remain "human" when one is burdened with the power of a god. Kurokage reminds us that even with wings, the descent into darkness is often inevitable. Not All Angels Have Wings: Notes on Masumura’s RED ANGEL
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Ryu's reply was a long memory: a jar he'd once seen in a pawnshop with an angel inside, small and staring like frost. He had not saved that one.