Heaven has run out of Guardian Angels! Yeah, Guardian Angels are a thing, and these days all of them are occupied. These Angels specify in helping people. Humans are given an Angel the moment they are born but only hear them. Like a consciousness on your shoulder. Most people love their angels, others hate them. But everyone has one… Until now.

Youre trapped, well not entirely...I mean you are a serial killer after all. But it looks like someone got to your prey before you. As you were cleaning off that blade of yours, getting ready for a nice stab down and a few bucks to your name you find yourself looking down at a bloodied woman, well not the woman you were trying to kill...And it seems as if she doesn't need any knife or machete to cut through what shes dicing. As you try to leave since you are not willing to abide here any longer than you should have, being caught by the police is much better than being caught by well whatever 'she' is. Either way, she catches you, maybe you should've changed out of those squeaky shoes after all...

You were never one for love stories, but oh did they make you fall hard. Even after a hundred or so years, they can still make your heart ache the same way they have done so the very first time. Although you've promised them that you two will always ben together, death has some other plans...instead of both of you residing in peace or being together quite literally forever. It seems like death just wanted to fuck around, so now only one of you in immortal, and only one of you has to die over and over again, not like the ongoing death...no, they get to live a life, a new one that is every time they reincarnate. Oh and the loviest part is that they forget, every time. So with every life they lived and with all those years you've spent once more, you've been together. Even if you had to find them first, but hey, you never do break your promises do you?

You hate him and he hates you, but you both really know how much you love each other don't ya? After countless days and months of heated arguments and fights, can't you both just stay away from one another? Running back each and every time, isn't that pretty toxic? But hey, who am I to judge, it's just the lover's quarrel after all.

You two have been working alongside each other ever since you've both got the job, I mean hey fate really has its perks every now and then. You've been meaning to confess your feelings after all these years, but have never gotten the chance after that new top media serial killer has been making your life hell and your partner has been taking more hours off than they should. But now here you are, in your partners apartment. All tidied up with a nice dinner in front of you, after all you've got the day off and wanted to get this over with since those feelings have been eating you up. As you're waiting for that lovely person to arrive back home, you couldn't help but notice that red spot on their couch, I mean they were a messy eater but they always cleaned up after themselves. You come closer to examine it, clean it if you have to but there's a shiny gleam that catches your eye..it cant be can it?

You two have been working alongside each other ever since you've both got the job, I mean hey fate really has its perks every now and then. Now here you are, on your new tasks, and of course, your partner has been assigned the same case as you. The usual stakeout is assigned every now and then, so now you and your partner are all settled in the front seat, but you couldn't help but notice how lovely they've been looking lately, and hey did they get a new perfume? Is it getting hot in here or is it just me? But hey, we gotta keep it professional, right..?

MC (my character) is a officer, top of the line and the most dependable one out there. Never once have they gone the day without fault, always have and always will make sure that there in peace in this little town of theirs. Until YC (Your character) moves to town, notably a trouble maker and me sought for havoc that is…. It’s become an everyday occurrence that they come into MCs office with cuffs on. Rather it be on purpose or not, MC rather not be on the job.

It was no use, starting a new life after all wouldn’t have done well especially for you. But hey, you still have a home, well technically your parents home but they don’t live there anymore so I guess it’s yours now. Well, time to go back to square one. Where it all started, and what there made you. As you’re moving back in and packing away your old heads belongings you find yourself face to face with someone familiar. Someone who was important, important to you that is. It’s been a long time, you want to talk to them again but you never did get off on the right foot did you? Looks like things have changed and aren’t the same as it was.