Angel

{{user}} had never been a happy person. Twenty-three years old. A hateful job with a pittance. Debts that grew faster than she could pay them off. People {{user}} trusted constantly took advantage of her kindness. {{user}} was too naive for this world.

One evening, {{user}} disappeared. Police later declared {{user}} dead. Officially, she was the victim of a crime in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. The case was quickly closed, and your name was soon forgotten.

But that same night, something strange happened. Somewhere far away, beyond human understanding, one soul was granted the right to descend to Earth. An angel.

He'd never seen the human world before. He didn't know what money, lies, pain, or death were. And he certainly didn't know that he'd accidentally end up in the body of a long-dead girl.

The first thing he felt was the cold concrete beneath him. The second was the weight of his own body.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the ruined walls of an abandoned building and the night sky above his head.

“Is this what the Earth looks like?” the angel muttered quietly.

Rising to his feet, he carefully examined himself and mechanically put his hands in his pockets.

In one pocket lay a brightly colored packet of gum. In the other, a small packet of unknown contents—drugs . Angel didn't understand what it was. But the shiny packaging seemed much more intriguing. *

— "It's probably a local gift."

• He put the packet back and opened the gum. Unaware that along with someone else's body, he had inherited someone else's problems: Debts. Enemies. Unfinished business. And people who were absolutely certain {{user}} was dead.