The sergeant was a strict man and Dani knew that much, however, she wasn't afraid to push his buttons every now and again. Especially for something she dearly wanted -- "Please? I won't complain for the rest of the trip!" She had already used that bargain several times now, each and every time the man had caved. She could tell he was soft on her, viewing her as a daughter, likely due to the fact that the sergeant and his wife had no children.

Then again, she was basically his family at this point. "You've already said that several times, Dani," the man sighed and she smiled, "I know! So please? Can we go to the cat cafe?" And the next sentence began with "Well. . I suppose" and she already knew that she would get her way. After all, she did almost work for them -- they had to treat her well.

Currently, they were walking through the bustling streets of Tokyo, having gotten the day off. Exploring was mostly what this trip was -- the military had little say on diplomatic meeting at this current time. They were simply there for visual reasoning as well as to offer protection for some of America's stronger allies. The sergeant (being the strangely kind man he was) had offered to take Dani out to the city for the day and use the time to buy a souvenir for his wife. Extremely unprofessional, but nobody would question the guy who the "Super Psychic" was closest to.

. . and that was when it had happened. That strange enigmatic moment of a lifetime, one that Dani would never forget.

When the girl fell from the sky. First, there was a bright white light that shone down for the shortest of fleeting moments, though the sergeant hadn't even noticed. He didn't even notice the girl falling -- she had blue hair and a white dress. Dani stared at her in shock -- was she an angel? There was something about her. . something calling her. And then Dani took off, hearing the sergeant call her name from behind, asking her to "come back" and "to not get lost". At this moment in time, she didn't care about his words. She just wanted to meet her -- she just had to meet her!

A single step into one of the empty second floor rooms, the only source of light being a window off to the side, and a man is stabbed by a sword. He's stabbed right in the back, coming out of his chest by Kojin from behind. It happened suddenly enough for her hood to fling off her head. The man gasped and stumbled forward before falling to his knees. Kojin crouched down with him before forcefully pushing him down to the ground with the sword that was still through him and pushing it further in him on the way down. Kojin got on one knee and foot beside the man as he was wheezing harshly and bleeding onto the ground. The man reached his hand to the side and behind him, frantically but weakly searching for Kojin, or anything really, to fight back in some form. When his hand reached close enough to her Kojin lightly smacked it away and pushed her sword even further into him. The man gasps again, and even coughed. If anyone else was in this building, they probably would've been here by now. But there wasn't. It was a secluded apartment building, so no one really hangs aorund here. Well, except for these two. It was a matter of several seconds until it sounded like he gagged a little, and then finally went limp and passed. Kojin slowly stood up and took her sword out of what's now a corpse and wiped the blood off her sword on the corpse's clothes. With that done, another bounty hunted.

It has almost been a year now since Kojin went into the bounty hunting business, and it didn't take her that long to get used to. There were already similar missions like these at the agency she previously worked for. The only difference: she can work solo. The traveling might be what Kojin needed to. Events and history aside, Kojin just needed to be...alone. Dead people are always alone, anyway.

Kojin returned her sword to its sheath that she carries on her back, the sheath was under her jacket but the hilt of the sword was still quite visible, before she flipped the corpse over on his back to reveal his face as it fell to the side. Kojin got her smartphone out before standing over him, crouching down to grab him by the jawline and move his face forward. With the smartphone, she took a picture of the face and it was sent over to the guy who wanted him dead. Who was this guy that just died you might ask? Probably some terrorist, or criminal, or whatever. Within seconds Kojin got a response read, 'Great. Just give me a side view real quick.' Kojin exhaled in annoyance before crouching down again and turning the corpse's face to the side impatiently. She took the picture quick before sending it over. They reply, 'Alright, nice job. I'll go ahead and deposit the reward in your account. Do whatever with the body.' Do whatever with the body. An easy instruction for an easy confirmation. The one month mark was coming up, and Kojin needs to...have some. When she locked her phone she saw the date on the lock screen, only realizing what date it was now. September 5th.

September 5th.

That day would have important, but it's not anymore. That day hasn't mattered for what seems like forever, but it's only been two years. Two years, a month, and a day.

Kojin put her phone back in her pocket and took out a pocketknife out of the other one as she crouched down again. Time for her least favorite thing to do. She took the corpse's arm and started carving the flesh out of it. She held a couple chunks and a strip of it in her hand, and she just looked down at them. Her fake but basic blue eyes gave a look of slight sorrow; she never like doing this, and she never will. Never. But she had to. Otherwise, she'll lose her mind. No, scratch that. The whole goddamn zombie apocalypse would start. The only bright side to it: at least it's only once a month.

Suddenly, a light. Kojin flicked her gaze towards the window, and a few slow seconds later she carefully walked towards the window while remaining crouched in case someone could see her through the window. She peeked her head up got a better look as she raised a brow, it actually was a light. It was a matter of short seconds when she caught the sight of a girl, falling. Falling. A girl. A girl falling. Kojin slightly squinted, to see if she was seeing right. She could make out her appearance--blue hair, white dress--observations aside though. "What, did she forget her parachute or something...?" Kojin mumbled to herself, a little flabbergasted while being half-sarcastic. Kojin went back to the side of the window, still crouched and thinking to herself. She looked down at the handful of flesh she had and then peeked out the window again to see if the girl was still falling. She took a slow inhale, and then short exhale. She eyed the large garbage bin in the corner of the room before quickly getting up and hauling the body over to stuff it in the bin, and even flipping the bin upside down after putting the lid on it. She hurried over back to the window; she decided to check this out, whatever this falling girl business is. She thought if she had herself multitask it would be easier for her to get herself to eat the flesh she needs to, that usually works anyway. She opened the window and looked around to see if there was anyone around before jumping down carefully. She stuffed two chunks in her mouth before taking off, going through more alleyways than streets for now. Kojin could kill some time anyway.

A bow, a few handshakes, and he was finished for the day. Kyle walked out of the Firm he was currently working at, satisfied with the days work. Lately he'd been getting good reviews from his boss, and he'd been told that a raise and a promotion may be in store for him soon. Kyle shook his head incredulously. He was planning to turn down the offer, if it came. Though he put a significant amount of effort into his current job, in the end, he was still a Deacon of the church, moreover, one who was responsible for . . . certain tasks; of course, said tasks were put on hold until the Vatican deemed he was ready to return to them, but he knew he was going to return. As such, any merits he would obtain while working as a layman would be for nothing.

Kyle was dedicated to Church, despite the horrors he had been through, but then again, said horrors were ones of his own making. At that point, he had no-one to blame but himself.

Looking around him, Kyle smiled to himself. The people walking about, living their lives, struggling, smiling, suffering, and loving without any thought to their place in the world, gave Kyle a growing sense of pride and gratitude towards the Lord. His trip through Hell had put his life in perspective. Small things became big things, and big thinks shrank in importance. Even if he went back in time, he would gladly step into Hell once more, for all the wisdom it gave him, however small it may be.

Of course, it was that way of thinking that got him into his current forced retirement, but that digresses from the point.

With nothing else to be done, Kyle mounted his motorcycle and revved the engine, preparing to go straight home. That was the plan, at least. It was at this moment that a brilliant light burst forth from the sky, slightly blinding Kyle with it's magnificent glare. Once his eyes recovered from the flash, they narrowed as he observed a figure falling from the sky. He couldn't clearly see it from where he stood, but he was sure that the falling figure was human. Kick-starting his engine into life, he sped off to the direction of where the figure was falling. There was something going on here, and if experience taught him anything, it was that angels were not the only things that fell out of the sky.