The wind howled on the rooftop, distant modern buildings standing like rows of beasts, their gaping maws ready to devour anyone.
The sky was overcast, oppressive and gloomy.
A frail young girl stood at the edge of the rooftop, below her was an abyss, the wind lifted her long hair and dress, a sight that would chill any onlooker.
The girl had a delicate yet pale face, fragile like glass, ready to shatter at a touch, yet her dark eyes blazed like the brightest stars in the night, burning with a wild fire, its fierce tongues seeming capable of consuming everything.
Her red lips curved slightly, the perfect arch resembling a deathly scythe, and those dark eyes blurred with mist, an ominous aura chilling to the bone.
An angel and a demon overlapped on the girl's body.
Opposite her stood a tall middle-aged man in a police uniform, his handgun pointed at the girl, those hands that never trembled before evil criminals were shaking now.
