Ronken had expected to feel something when he died. Regret, fear, joy. Something. But as he fell from the rooftop and crumpled pathetically into the harsh pavement, all he felt was a strange acceptance. He figured his luck would run out eventually, whether taking one too many knocks in the ring or crossing the wrong dealer. Looked like that time was now. Could've been worse, he guessed.

The drugs an adrenaline let him ignore the pain that no doubt would have driven him mad sober. Crimson filled in his mouth, one eye was blinded with pooling blood, and he thought he could see some bones poking out of his leg. He definitely should be feeling [i]that[/i].

Oh well. Nothing to do about it now. Just close your eyes, breath, and wait for it to end. On the brink of drifting off, the last thing Ronken heard was someone say, "You're not very good at this, are you?"

Which, while possibly true, did seem a touch rude to say to a dying man.

He felt something stroke his forehead, and then something a second later get pressed up against the same spot. Suddenly it was like the first high all over again, only a million times stronger, mixed with getting struck by lightning and the feeling after winning a fight. Which is to say, it felt really, really, good.

He could think clearer than he had in months. The almost perpetual fog in his mind cleared in an instant. The taste of blood in his mouth, gone. His bones mended and back in place, his broken skin sown back together. 

He looked up to his savior, wiping the blood from his eye. It was his employer. Under other circumstances he would give a hearty 'I quit'. But seeing as she just managed to save his life, he was inclined to bite his tongue. 

Ronken stood up and brushed himself off, eyeing 'Switch' warily. She may have saved his life, but it had just occurred to him that his life wouldn't have been threatened if not for her and that letter. "You're damn right you owe me a payme-"

She had that crystal stuff all over her.. Just like those monsters that cut him up! Was she a monster too?! Was she going to crouch down and tear him apart the second he turned his back? Was this some sort of plague that would turn her? Could his day get any more upsetting?

"What the hell is that! Why are ya like those beasts?" Ronken backed further into the alley and away from Switch, fists raised and ready to defend.

"Get away from me!" He yelled. "I've had enough magic, crystal shit, and stupid letters! Get AWAY!"