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The world is cruel. It does not have to be ugly.
Angel wandered through the markets, picking up some things that she needed for her cat. She wandered through the vendors, until she came across one that was selling paints and art supplies. She thought of Jhin, who was probably still reading under the lamp in the room she'd kept him in for a little over a week now. She bought some of the painting things, and then some of the prettiest canvases she could find. Perhaps if he stayed busy, he wouldn't be as depressed as he seemed to be since she'd locked him up.
As she wandered down the streets, occasionally stepping in a puddle or two since it'd rained again; she thought about something that Jhin said when she asked him if there was anything else he'd like to do in his life. Anything, that didn't involve shooting someone with a magical gun that only had four bullets in it anyways.
There is nothing for me but this.
He sounded so... sad. Angel couldn't get that out of her mind, for whatever reason.
She returned home and put things away, then cooked some food. Jhin didn't say a thing to her, and ignored her when she opened his door. Perhaps he knew that if he tried to escape she could just suffocate him to death or something. Whatever the case, she set food down for him on his nightstand, and then put the art stuff into his room.
The albino then closed the door, locking it with a key which was kept in her bedroom at all times. She wasn't going to chance letting him go. And with the windows being barred, it was unlikely that he would resort to screaming and waking people up in the complex to get someone to free him. In the event he tried though, she could always just soundproof his bedroom. Angel was fully aware that keeping him would be a task if he'd fought back, but he seemed to grow accustomed to his current situation.
Surely only biding his time for when the moment presented itself to make his escape.
If Jhin was truly so devoid of emotion, then it was probably because of something that made him that way. A creature so beautiful and yet so horribly evil, cannot have come into existence, without something to put that into motion.
"Jhin?" Angel sat down in front of his door, her plate of food on the floor beside her.
The man stopped reading, and picked up his plate, and his plasticware. He came and sat at the door beside her, the bars keeping them separated. They had been doing this for a few nights now, for whatever reason, he'd accepted the company. Perhaps it gave him insight into her mind, so that he could ruin it later.
"Yes?" The hunter was rather polite, despite everything he had manners. Angel seemed to like that about him, though she was trying to hide it for some reason.
"Would you tell me a story?" Angel laid down on the carpeted floor, picking at her food while she kicked her feet in the air behind her. She used the long nail on her right index finger to poke into a piece of the chicken she'd made, then popped it into her mouth.
