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Nineteen. "Coy," he wrote for Angel #18 the day it refused to leave the bakery window. For this one he had no word yet.

"Not alone," he said.

He climbed down a service ladder, boots quiet on narrow rungs that smelled of metal and old rain. The alley smelled of frying oil and rubber; there was desert heat trapped in the concrete. As he reached the ledge across from the angel, the two thieves rounded the corner below, throwing long glances up and clutching a bag. Ryu watched their fingers — lithe, nervous, the way people who had practiced crime midwived it. 100 Angels By Ryu Kurokage.19

She moved closer and peered at the ledger. "You're up to nineteen." Her voice was a diagonal. "Is that enough?" Nineteen

The rules are simple, yet horrifying. There are 100 floors, 100 trials, and 100 "Angels." The Counter must meet each Angel and "validate" its existence. However, these Angels are not beautiful. "Not alone," he said