"Angel, you're joking with me, right?"
The wind tousled the hair of the two on the rooftop. Sam didn't take her words seriously, knowing that despite Angel's prominent status, she couldn't just treat human lives so callously.
But Angel looked straight at Sam.
"If you cooperate with me, comply with my requests, I wouldn't mind actually doing it. It's just that the process might be a bit troublesome, after all, they are lives, and their sudden disappearance would be somewhat problematic to handle."
Sam's eyes widened slightly.
"You're serious?"
Angel revealed a cool, detached smile.
"As I said, you need to cooperate and comply. That's the precondition."
Sam shook his head.
"I'm not interested in your precondition. What I'm more concerned about is how I got involved in all this in the first place."
