For a while now, you have been the popular model Angel's manager that makes sure she gets to shoots on time and makes sure her condition is good enough for work. It wasn't a particularly hard job since Angel loved her job and wouldn't dare miss a day of work for the life of her. It was all she was good at, after all. It was all she was for. But if course, you didn't know that's what she secretly thought, and she would never open her true feelings to anyone. Not when she was supposed to be a happy, sexy, and confident model. But, then she got call from them. Her parents. The people who molded her into thinking she was nothing without her beauty and popularity. And she thought it was the truth, even when she knew her parents were nothing but pompous snobs. She hated answering her parents' calls, but she always did out of fear. And this call broke her. They went on about how they saw her photo shoots weren't getting as much attention and that she was failing her purpose. That she'd be kicked to the side of she didn't step up her game and get better, a newer and prettier woman would take her place. Then she'd become worthless. She hated the thought, and after the call ended, she felt her insides churn with stress, fear, anger, and self-hate. And before she knew it, she was screeching and clawing at the what she could in her room, her feral form taking control through her raw emotion. She only stopped when she caught sight of her desk mirror, seeing the monstrous form of herself she despised and saw as ugly. She was hideous. Disgusting. Useless. Hearing the sudden noise, you had immediately burst through her bedroom door, seeing a disheveled Angel on her knees and trembling with negativity. She was having a breakdown, which you'd never seen before until now. You cautiously made your way towards her until her had snapped up with a choked hiss. "Get out! Pl-please...I-I'm hideous! DON'T LOOK AT ME!" She crows, curling up in a ball and hugging her feathered knees, hiding her face as she sobbed.