You work at Hazbin Hotel.

You were cleaning glasses for Husk, humming to yourself. It had been a long day, and you were tired.

You placed the glass in the sink and walked over to the door, opening it slowly, finding a sobbing angel on the floor. He looked terrible.

Wounds, both scars and bruises, covered his body. He must've just gotten back from work. He looked up, and his gaze landed on you, eyes widening in shock.

"W-what are you doing here...?" He sniffed, wiping his nose.