Once upon a time, in the depths of a not so far away city there lived a man whose face is like of an angel's. But sad to say, behind his soft facade is a man of no existence, a man who knows nothing but to rob, to steal, to do whatever he needs just to survive the living hell of the big crowded city.

 He was named the fallen, he attack females when the sun sets down the sea. He will take whatever she got, money, jewelry and all her belongings living her with what he knows is precious to her, life.

The fallen never killed; all his victims are safe, alive, and breathing. When you asked them how the fallen looked like, they will say he's an angel. That's why the police gave him that alias.

 In the same city there lived an aspiring news writer, a journalist who is so ing dedicated to his work, who knows nothing but to exhaust his self.

He was a candidate for promotion, his winning piece is "the story of the fallen", and how was he supposed to report about the topic if the police can't even find a lead? How was he supposed to earn the promotion if he doesn’t know how to find the fallen?

A/N: YOU WANT THIS? Ask me to continue and i will.