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Ivy was walking home, checking her phone occasionally to see if Angel had texted at all. A few weeks prior, Ivy had been in her home, watching the news when she saw Angel- Cypress at the time- murder Scorch, a rather hot-headed vigilante.
Though she seemed to have done it in cold blood, Ivy was able to distinguish that purple gleam of Whisper. Angel did seem to be quite broken because of the incident, isolating themselves from others more often than not. They also were close to quitting their job as a hero, but their contract for The Hero Organization kept them from doing so.
Ivy got home from work as nurse, and checked the time. Of course it has to be 10:00. She thought, sighing. She decided she wouldn't eat dinner tonight, as she didn't feel quite hungry anyways.