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Angel returned to her apartment complex with the cat she'd been meeting up with every day to feed and cuddle. Finally having enough to care for him, she brought him home, setting down everything he'd need to become a successful indoor cat. She named him "Nocturne" since she'd always found him roaming around late at night or early in the morning when it was still dark out.
"Okay buddy, you stay in here where it's safe." She left a little box in the bathroom attached to her bedroom, and then put food and water out inside her room where he could easily get to it. He seemed more interested in all the strange smells, and wandered around her room getting to know the place. Angel closed her bedroom door however, not wanting him to wander into the room she kept her other pet inside. The one she didn't trust.
Jhin had come to just a while after she'd left the house for the cat, and was now sitting at the edge of the bed in his room, reading a book he'd found from one of the shelves. Angel peered through the bars at him curiously, and he seemed to ignore her.
"Awh, you're not still mad at me, are ya?" She asked in a pouty tone.
The hunter looked over to her, and closed the book. He crossed his legs, both hands at either side of him while he sat atop the bed. "Give me back my gun, and you'll find out." He said with a completely emotionless tone.
Angel shrugged. "Sure, why not." She wandered into the living room, and grabbed the weapon, then went back to where he was sitting, and held it out to him. "Here, take it."
Jhin somewhat curiously got to his feet, then snatched the gun from her grasp. He checked it just to be sure, but it was indeed empty. And all his ammo was gone, probably stolen from off his belt which had also gone missing.
"It's Whisper right? The gun." The small girl asked, still peering through the bars of the door at him. He seemed confused by her question; it caught him off-guard entirely.
The face of your killer is identical to mine.
Jhin set the gun down on his bed, and wandered over to her. She looked up at him curiously, her clawed hands still over the bars. He reached out and put his hands over hers, and peered down into her cold eyes.
"Why do you know so much about me." Was it a question or a statement?
Angel tilted her head, feeling the tight grip of his hands on hers. "I've been watching you. As you have been watching me. I noticed that you always came to the same spot, where I met my cat. Nocturne. He's here with us too, but you can't be near him."
Jhin felt the twinge of annoyance as she spoke. "That doesn't explain why you know the name of my gun, nor how you figured out who I was." He pulled away from the door, stopped only by the fact she grabbed his hand suddenly.
"There are people looking for you Khada Jhin. Lots of people..." She let him go, and noticed he still seemed to stand there. "I overheard some people talking. You're wanted in the other Districts. And they said that you were here in this part of the city."
"My critics are... usually short-lived." Jhin smirked, looking away.
Angel pressed her face to the bars of his door again. "I'm sorry I ruined your performance tonight..." Angel ran her fingers through her hair. "Don't you ever get scared?" She wondered curiously.
"I get nervous before every performance, but I need that feeling." His hissed, looking over at her. He longed for her to become a beautiful piece of his art. "It is only when the gun fires, that I am alive." The hunter added, with such passion in his voice.
"What you're doing is wrong Jhin." The girl said, as though she'd somehow get through to him. "Why are you like this?" She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
"An icon doesn't have to explain himself." He said, making a gesture for her to shoo off somewhere.
Angel narrowed her eyes at him. "You're hurting people, and ruining their families. How would you like it if the tables were turned, and it happened to you and your family?" She snapped, fully aware of the fact that he was a loner. The albino sighed. "You're just sick. Perhaps I can fix you."
"I never hurt anyone. It is the performance that kills." Khada said, truly believing it. "This art is a compulsion. I cannot resist it."
The smaller creature turned away from the door, and started to walk off. "You're going to have to resist it, because I'm not letting you out of your cage. You can practice other forms of art, but not that evil stuff you've been doing." Hell only knew how long this man had been ending lives. Especially since every time he'd ever been caught, he simply escaped, or killed his way out of the situation at the very least. He was a legend amongst other killers even.
"I'm misunderstood. Beauty can't be evil." He said this in an almost happy tone, which almost shocked Angel. "My genius will be understood - eventually." He added, a soft smirk over his lips. He watched her wander from his view, then went back to reading.
