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So this was Jackby's Alley. It looked so spooky, and unfriendly. Why on Earth was my guardian here? Why not a cute little cafe or something? All of a sudden I felt a tug on my wrist. I looked down to see a golden string tied to my wrist. It tugged me again, this time harder. I began to follow it, and before I knew it I was jogging, careful not to damage my gift. The tug became more harder and now I was at a run. I took a sharp turn to the left and halted. I stood before and old, ramshackled pub. ' Okay (Y/n) you've got this!' I thought as I opened the door.


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I beat that dumbass, again. No matter how many times he got beat he still challenges me. I can still hold my shots of hot sauce better than him. I shook my head, these idiots can't get worse can they?

" Hey Anna, ya gonna pay for the sick man or what? He's not leaving." My friend Jason, who was the bartender, whine. I rolled my eyes and handed him a wad of cash. Suddenly a wonderful smell filled the air, it smelled just like my favorite food! The smell got stronger as the door opened to reveal a girl with a (f/c) backpack and a bowl of... Red Curry?! She looked kinda scared and lost. She had (H/l) (H/c), and looked about 16 or something. Wait... ... oh frick. 

" Ummm... hi? I'm looking for my guardian angel? I'm (Y/n) in case that helps." Holy sweet mother of shit, she was my human? I walked over to her and snatched the bowl from her. 

" Thanks for the meal kiddo!" A said with a cheeky grin on my face. She glared at me as I scarfed down the tasty goodness.

" Hey that was for my guardian! Who do you think you are?" I finished the bowl and glared at her.

" Your guardian." 

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"... O MY GOSH!! I'M SO SORRY! I didn't know!" The girl exploded looking scared, I shrugged.

" It's fine (Y/n). I'm Anna, or Imperial Judge Angel of Justice, pick your poison." She nodded.

" Okay Anna. Do you want to stay here or go back to my home?" I shrugged once more.

" How 'bout your place." (Y/n) motioned me to follow her, and so we started the walk back to her house. 

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