Not many of you have heard my story. Yes, I'm Morris's Editor. I was his friend back in high school, but most of all, I'm an orphan. I grew up in a foster home. I was fairly lucky with getting picked, but even so, I always ended up back at the orphanage a minute after adoption. As handsome and charming as I was, it came with the same amount of bad luck to whoever was close to me. Accidents, murders, and even drowning in debt came to the good souls who welcomed me with open arms into their lives. So, before I came into this world, I had already witnessed countless deaths.
"That weapon... It's not supposed to exist. I was certain that foul creation was destroyed, years ago-" Azrael prepared his authority in time and halted the speeding bullet aimed for his noggin, although it kept moving, its speed increasingly dropped.
"Good reflexes, their chicken head." Jin had the advantage in range and weaponry, yet he chose to close in the moment Azrael saw through his attack
