"Let me be blunt." Sato laced her hands, eyes polite and focused, head angled at a minor, flattering tilt. It was a pose many dealers and would-be tycoons would recognize--with dread. "For reasons unknown--but likely entirely of your own making--you have locked yourself at a grave disadvantage.
"This is not a kind city. There are people here who live entirely off the radar, some willingly and some because they have no means for better. Children vanish daily. Family struggle and fail. The elderly are forced to await their end alone and unprovided for. Every joy born here is matched by a dozen sorrows.
"Furthermore New York is rife with immortals, the majority of which are divine. There are more and more new powers competing with the old, and there are ancients who have no reason to celebrate their successors. To make things worse--and that is easy here--conflicts are forever on the rise. Three out of every five seem to involve Christians. Your club." The Baku's gaze cooled. "I imagine they've no notion of your present condition. This means, you are alone and have nothing. No protection. No prospects. No connections. A handful of confused nuns is a poor security blanket.
"Which brings us to the next sore topic: mortals. Do not think that you are one of them. Whatever the nature of your present flesh, it is eclipsed by the nature of what it houses. You. Are. Not. Human. Those able to perceive what you are will call you angel--or demon. Either way, they will fear you. And humans have little generosity for what they fear, my friend. If they, by some perverse miracle, try to befriend you they will be placing themselves in danger. They chance becoming targets by association.
"Simply put, young darkness, you've gotten yourself well and truly fucked."
"So." Sato spread her hands, a gesture of opening that offered no comfort. "We hide you. You are not human, but we can make seem a perfect example of the species. By the end of the day you will have a life--or, more specifically, proof of one. The farce will keep you sufficiently safe until..." She made a sharp, impatient gesture. "Until this is fixed. Somehow. Don't play with your food."