sill and leans frighteningly far out of the window frame."What are you going to do, this is the 5th floor, forget it! We can't possibly jump!"
"The only thing we can't do is stay here! You just have to trust me, Suki!"
She hesitates for a moment, but when she looks into his deep black eyes, she has that strange feeling again that she had before when she agreed to come here. Just as footsteps can be heard in the hallway in front of the small apartment, she crawls on the window sill and, given the height, clings to his arm. The next moment she feels a violent jolt and before she can react in any way, she is already in free fall.
As soon as he has jumped from the window, he grabs the inside of his jacket with his free hand and quickly pulls out a small, gray weapon that looks more like a toy. He briefly aims at the roof of the house and pulls the trigger, whereupon the front part of the gun pops off and opens like a hand during the flight. The claw clings to the anchorage of a satellite dish that belongs to the guy one floor above him and the thin wire that leads from its end to the weapon in his hand begins to tighten immediately. A stabbing pain runs through his arm when her fall is abruptly stopped by the wire and he almost dropped Suki, whom he had held tightly to him with the other arm. Fortunately, she is quite good at clinging on herself, as he painfully discovers. Just as she dares to open her eyes again, a misfortune-promising squeak can be heard from above as the satellite dish gives way under the weight of the two and rips out of the wall. Suki feels how she is whirled around in the short flight and already sees in her thoughts her whole, in her opinion much too short, life passing by. The two land loudly on the roof of a parked car, which promptly acknowledges this rudeness with the deafening noise of its alarm system.Suki groans in agony, but to her surprise she landed relatively softly and can not feel any major injuries.
"Uh ... Suki if you're okay, could you please go down with me?"
When she notices that she is lying stomach left on his chest, she jumps up with slightly red cheeks and slides down the windshield of the noisy, flashing vehicle. As soon as she arrives below, she is grabbed by the hand again. The two of them sprint into one of the dark alleys between the many run-down apartment blocks in this area and disappear just in time for the night when a middle-aged man comes out of the house with a gun drawn and silences the still blinking car with a well-aimed kick . He could probably follow them on foot now, but he hates these pointless hunts. He's more the type who ambushes his prey and he would stick with it this time too. Let them run as far as they want, he'll track them down anyway ...

"Stop, ... stop, I can't anymore!"
Suki falls, panting loudly, onto an old, broken sofa that is mouldering between some other bulky garbage in the dirty alley. He leans against the cool wall opposite, also out of breath.
"We shouldn't be here too long ... I don't know if they're still following us ..."
"What the hell is going on here?! ... Who is following us anyway?"
Suki's breathing is gradually returning to normal, but her heart is still beating at a rapid pace.
"It's Himitsu. They chase us because we broke the rules ... well, becauseIbroke the rules ..."
"...What??..."
He pushes himself off the wall and begins to pace restlessly up and down.
"I told you, I am one of the Digero, a soul collector ... it is my job to free the souls from what binds them to this earth so that they can disappear.In order to be able to do that, we are able to foresee the death of the people so that we can start our work with their last breath ... And I ... I ... well ... you would have been my assignment, me should have been there if you were to die and just do my job ... but I ... interfered with fate and prevented your death ... but that's forbidden, it's one of the worst crimes when you run down the barrel changed by fate ... and that's why they hunt us. You, because you should be dead, and me, ... because I ... because I .. "
He stops from his hectic running back and forth and looks at her blankly.
"... because I deserve the death penalty ..."
He sighs and falls on the sofa next to her and runs one hand through his hair in frustration, which makes it stick out a little more.
"Why ... why did you save me in the first place?"
Suki feels very uncomfortable in her skin at the question and strains to fix her shoes. For a moment there is an oppressive silence, during which she senses that he is watching her from the side.
"To be honest, I'm not so sure myself ... You reminded me of someone I knew a long time ago. I know myself that's not a really good reason, but I just couldn't stand around and watch you die ... it may have been a mistake ... but basically I still think it was the right decision. "
When Suki looks up, their eyes meet and they look at each other in silence for a few moments. Just when she is about to tell him that she herself had the feeling from the beginning as if she knew him from somewhere, quick steps echo in the alley. He stares with narrowed eyes into the darkness from which the noises come, and does not turn them away when he whispers tense in their direction.
"We should get out of here ... first of all out of the city center, then I'll figure out where we can hide ..."The two rise silently, but this time it is she who takes his hand and takes the lead. Before he can say anything, she pulls him to the left at the next junction and from there on towards the city canal.
"Hey ... Suki, where are we going?"
"We're going to my house. I don't feel like wandering around town all night."
"W-what ... don't you think that's something ... well, you're inviting a complete stranger to your home in the middle of the night ..."
Suki pauses and turns around to face him.
"Well, then maybe this is the chance for you to finally tell me your name."
He looks at her briefly puzzled before answering, slightly unsettled.
"... Sey, ... my name is Sey."
"And further?"
"Nothing and more, just Sey."
"Don't you soul collectors have a surname?"
"Basically we don't even have first names ... officially I'm ZT-103. I don't think anyone has called me by my name for over 50 years ..."
Suki makes her eyes wide for a moment, swallows the new questions that are already on her tongue and puts on a big smile.
"Well, Hey, then I'm officially inviting you to my home. But don't dawdle, I'm hungry as a bear!"

When the two of them stand on the old-fashioned veranda in front of the small single-family house and Suki searches through her bags for the front door key, Sey lets his gaze wander over the peaceful neighborhood. It is not exactly the richest area of ​​the city, but the houses painted in pastel colors with the small front gardens testify to the cosiness of suburban life.
"Well finally!"
Suki unlocks the door, switches on the light with an automatic handle on the corridor wall and throws her bag in the corner next to the umbrella stand.
"You can hang your jacket up there somewhere. I'll raid the fridge."
While Suki is already hopping into the kitchen, Sey steps hesitantly into the neat entrance area.The walls, painted in a warm orange tone, are hung with a wide variety of pictures. Family photos, portraits and a few framed childish colored pencil drawings. He slowly walks the walls, looking at every single picture, each one representing a different happy memory and with every step he feels worse. After all, he knows that this peaceful life is probably over now that even the Himitsu are after them. He feels a bit of a guilty conscience, but on the other hand he believes that being dead would not be a much better option ... If he thinks back on his own death, he would definitely prefer a life on the run ...
As he sits down on the couch in the living room, he feels for the first time that evening how tired he actually is and that all his bones are sore, especially his back, after all, not so long ago he landed on a car roof from a considerable height ... In contrast, when Suki jumps into the living room with two plentifully filled plates, she seems more than fit. She places one of the plates in front of him on the coffee table before dropping herself into one of the comfortable armchairs and biting one of the sandwiches from her own plate. He glances briefly at the laborious pile of sandwiches in front of him before clearing his throat, embarrassed.
"Um ... I probably forgot to mention that I basically don't eat ... that means I could, but it would have no effect, and I can't really taste it either ..."
Suki swallows the bread in her mouth and looks at him questioningly.
"I have the feeling that I haven't quite understood what exactly you are."
Her eyes are literally sparkling with curiosity and from one moment to the next her hunger has faded into the background. Sey groans exhausted, but decides to answer at least a few questions given the situation he has maneuvered her into."All right, what do you want to know?"
She thinks for a moment until a big grin spreads across her face.
"You said that no one has called you by name in 50 years ... so how old are you really?"
"Hard to say ... according to the mortal clock I would be 18 years old. I was born in 1898. I was a soldier in World War I and died with 27 comrades in 1916. Had a good shot in the head. That's how it turned out at least told me. "
"Can't you remember that?"
He hesitates for a moment, as if he were trying to think again concentratedly whether he might not think of something before answering.
"No, I forgot most of it ... about my death and my life."
When Suki sees the sadness in his eyes, she suddenly has a guilty conscience and tries to change the subject as inconspicuously as possible.
"How come you're sitting here in front of me now, I mean you've