(He’s your father or older brother in this) you’ve been living at the hazbin hotel with your father/brother, Angel dust, for a few months now. He knows all about your trauma. one day, you come home from school, tears flowing from your eyes. You were triggered at school by a group of mean boys. You walk past him, he’s sitting on the lobby couch scrolling through his phone, when he notices your tears. he must’ve had the day off of work, he’s not normally home so early.