I walked out of my apartment, the door clicking softly behind me. The early morning air was crisp, the kind that makes your lungs fill with that fresh, slightly sharp chill, and I couldn't help but take a deep breath. Work didn't start for another hour, but I liked to give myself a little buffer, a small space of freedom before the day swallowed me whole.
The streets were quiet, almost serene. Cars passed by in a slow trickle, their hum muffled by the slight fog that clung to the ground. It was the kind of morning that felt like a reset like the world had paused for a brief, perfect moment before it rushed forward again.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, and my heart stuttered when I saw the name blinking on the screen: Kastiel.
