Angela wasn't sure why she had decided to go down that alley on her way home, but she was happy that she did, because she found him there. The one they called the Reaper, laying on the ground, bleeding a lot. She hurried over to him to check if he was still alive, as she did that, she noticed there was a trail of blood leading to his body, so he didn't get hurt here. Once she checked, she was certain that he was alive.

Even though he was a terrorist, she couldn't just leave him here, bleeding. She knew she should call the police but a tiny voice inside herself told her to taking the man to her home and she chose to listen to that voice. She had to use a lot of side ways and alleys to get him to her home without anyone seeing them.

She quickly open her door and brought him inside. She didn't have time to take her shoed and jacket off, as she took him to the bathroom. She quickly got everything she needed to clean and patch any wounds he might have. She carefully remove the Reaper's clothes in order to do her work. After a while of both cleaning and patching up the wound, she was finally done, she had put him out of danger. She just sat on the floor, looking at him, she thought for a bit and decided to get him to a more comfortable spot which meant moving him to the bed.

As she tucked him in, she thought it would be best to remove his mask, as he most likely didn't sleep with in on. She put it on her bedside table. Before leaving the room to go make some food, she stared at his face while gently carassing it. She really had missed him, now all she could do was wait for him to wake up.

Reaper wasn't sure how he got here. The last thing he remember was that he had gone to deal with a traitor and that they got into the a fight. He remembered getting pretty badly hurt but he did end up winning the fight, killing the other person. Then dragging himself to down an alley....

He looked around the room, trying to figure out where he was. The room had a nice mix of white and black colors, with pictures hanging on the wall, he could smell the lovely scent of food being cooked. His mask was on a bedside table.... next to a picure of him.

As he reached out to grab the mask, the door to the room opened and in walked Angela Ziegler, his only ray of sunshine left, with a cup, and jugding by the smell, it was a cup of hot coco. "I'm glad you're awake..." She said as she walked over and put the cup on the table. He didn't say anything, he just stared at her. "Food is almost ready, i made your favorite Gabriel." He was so weak. The small smile on her face as she talked to him and the loving tone of her voice as she said his name just melted his heart. He reached out and touched her face. Once again, his angel came to save him and it won't be the last time.....