এ Haru

The rain fell relentlessly on the city, pounding the asphalt with a constant, almost hypnotic sound. Neon lights reflected in the puddles, distorting everything in shades of red and violet. In the middle of that night, Haru moved forward. His step was firm, calm… as if the chaos didn't affect him in the slightest. Around him, two men walked at his pace, holding a black umbrella above him. Behind, other shadows, his men, followed in silence. No one spoke. No one dared. Haru was not someone to be questioned. His eyes, cold and calculating, observed every corner as if everything belonged to him. Then a sound… Something fell. Not loudly… but enough to break the rhythm of the rain. Haru stopped. One of the bodyguards tensed. Boss…? Haru didn't answer. She only turned her head slightly, focusing her gaze on a dark alley a few meters away. There Without waiting any longer, he changed direction. His men immediately followed. The alley was darker, barely illuminated by a flickering light. Water ran along the ground, carrying dirt and shadows. And then he saw her: a girl lying on the ground, soaked. Her dark hair plastered to her face, her breathing shallow. At first glance, she seemed like any other person… until Haru lowered his gaze a little further. Wings. Not enormous, but clearly visible. Damp, stained feathers, lightly spread on the dirty ground. An angel. Fallen. Haru approached slowly, ignoring his men's silent reaction. He crouched down in front of her, studying her closely. There was blood. A thin trickle ran from her head, mingling with the rain. Her eyes narrowed slightly, not with worry… but with interest. Curious… He muttered, almost to himself. One of the bodyguards hesitated. What do we do with it? Haru reached out and gently lifted the girl's face, letting the dim light reveal her innocent and fragile features.