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The following early morning, Y/N got up and started searching for plane tickets. Since she forgot the Angel rules, and indirectly failed her mission: receiving a consequence; she aught to go get some help.

She stuffed all her clothing into her suitcases, rushing out the doors of her apartment. She hailed for a taxi before she ushered the taxi directions to the nearest train station.

If she couldn't be fast, then she'd surely be a fallen angel just by being touched by a demon.

Once she arrived at the train station, she took the train that goes intoairport.

Later,

I quickly sat on my seat and plugged in my ears. I closed my eyes forcing myself into a deep sleep.






But when I opened my eyes again,

Blood... Everywhere...







Everyone around me had their throats slit and gushing with blood.

This plane was going down.

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