Curiosity beckons you closer to Angel Dust’s slightly ajar door when you hear quiet sniffling noises down the hall.

When you peek into the bedroom, you don’t think you’ve ever Angel look so miserable, make-up running down his face in streaks as he holds his legs close to his body.

It feels like you’re intruding on something a little too personal, but the way the spider’s breath hitches with every silent sob? You can’t just.. leave him.