"Just remember," I poked Light's firm chest, "without a villain, no fairytale would exist."

Then I began to walk backwards towards the edge of the building, a slow grin appearing on my face the further I moved from his tied up self.

Feeling my feet hit the border of the roof, I looked him in the eye, "And without the Crimson Angel, Light wouldn't exist."

Then, I allowed myself to become a victim of gravity and launched myself, still facing my back towards the edge, into the dark night. As soon as I felt myself drop, my wings extended and pushed my body upwards making it sore into the stars.

I sent a cheeky salute to Light mimicking his trade mark and flew higher into the clouds.

Gemma lost her parents when she was barely able to speak, she remembered or had nothing to remember them by. Until, she realised she's inherited superpowers from them. Now, she's realised that their death was no accident and the only way to find the real murderer was to slip into the world of super-villainy.