Zack (angel guard 1): So why are those three the most dangerous?
Misa (angel guard 2): I'm not allowed to talk about that...
The footsteps of the two guards grew closer to the three prison cells. Each time an angel took a step it echoed through the long, dark, and depressing hallway.
Zack: Why not? You told me about the other prisoners here, why not them?
Misa: I don't know, I'm just told not to tell newcomers. I think us older angels want to forget about the terrible and dark times in the past, so I guess they want us to forget those three.
Zack: Come on, just tell me, I promise I wont tell anyone.
Misa looked behind her and sighed. "Am I really going to do something I was told not to talk about because another younger angel is curious?" Misa shook her head slightly and turned her head towards Zack. His light blue eyes were filled with curiosity and confusion. "Well... we do need more curious angels I suppose. You don't really see any more of the curious kinds since the war..." Misa's thoughts trailed off and she peered into Max's cell. She knew Max heard what they were talking about, his smile was larger than usual. "What could he possibly be thinking about?" Misa thought.
"Forgotten, eh?" Max thought to himself trying not to laugh.
I'm trying to get better at drawing so hopefully this was good, to be continued I guess?


