Angelo yawned as he woke up on a rooftop of a building. He was sleeping on a dirty mattress he found a while ago. Angelo had woken up and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes looking around at the wasteland around him. This city was going to die eventually because of the monsters but Angelo was created for the exact purpose of killing said monsters. Angelo is a monster and that's why nobody wants to help him, nobody wants to be friends with him, and why nobody will ever trust him completely. Angelo cant really blame them anyways, even his own family didn't want him when they realized he was a cursed child. 

Angelo soon picked up his scythe and swung it experimentally just to get the feel for it again before he strapped it behind his back as he usually did making sure that the blade was in the staff. Angelo soon walked downstairs below the building and started to walk through the streets Angelo had no money so he made sure to do odd jobs for the shop owners and instead of being paid he asked for a meal. Angelo soon found a place that sells bread and asked if he could work for the day so he could have some. Thankfully the woman was understanding considering Angelo's cloths were ragged so she knew he was an orphan and decided to let him work. 

After a few hours she gave him some bread and honey and he didn't complain as he ate it wondering what he would do later...