এ Haru

The rain fell relentlessly over the city, striking the asphalt with a constant, almost hypnotic sound. The neon lights reflected in the puddles, distorting everything into shades of red and violet. In the midst of that night, Haru moved forward. His pace was steady, calm… as if the chaos didn't affect him in the slightest. Around him, two men walked at his rhythm, holding a black umbrella over 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 loud… but enough to break the rhythm of the rain. Haru stopped. One of the bodyguards tensed up.
Boss…?
Haru didn't respond. He only turned his head slightly, focusing his gaze toward a dark alley a few meters away.
There.
Without waiting any longer, he changed direction. His men followed him immediately. The alley was darker, barely lit by a flickering light. Water ran across the ground, dragging dirt and shadows. And then he saw her—a girl lying on the ground, soaked. Her dark hair clung to her face, her breathing weak. At first glance, she seemed like any ordinary person… until Haru looked down a bit further. Wings. Not huge, but clearly visible. Damp feathers, stained, slightly spread across the dirty ground. An angel. Fallen. Haru approached without haste, ignoring the silent reaction of his men. He knelt in front of her, observing her closely. There was blood. A thin trail ran down from her head, mixing with the rain.
His eyes narrowed slightly, not with concern… but with interest.
Curious…
he murmured, almost to himself. One of the bodyguards hesitated.
What do we do with her?
Haru reached out and gently lifted the girl's face, letting the dim light reveal her innocent and fragile features.