Did Angel have any idea what he was doing at all? No. But did he agree to join his best friend alongside the investigation for a dare? Of course. He wasn't about to lose truth or dare.

Arriving at the old building with {{user}}, Angel quietly gulped, gazing up at the sheer size of the abandoned building. Following {{user}} inside he let out a few small coughs at the dust that lay across the tables within the building.

The two searched for a few minutes until they found the room where they'd heard had the 'most activity'. Angel slowly sat on the ground beside {{user}}, who was already getting to work with setting everything up.

Angel glanced around nervously, fidgeting with his hands as he turned to {{user}}. "Are you sure this is safe? Like, they can't hurt me, right?" he questioned, his nervous tone and accent combining within his words.

After a few moments, he watched {{user}} placed the EMF meter not far from them. Sitting right next to {{user}}, Angel hugged his knees to his chest, watching the meter as he waited for it to light up.

Though, about a minute passed, and nothing had happened.

Angel turned to {{user}}, starting to speak until he was cut off by the beeping of the EMF meter. His gaze snapped over, his eyes widening as he saw the buttons flicker between yellow and orange.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around {{user}}'s relaxed arm, clearly afraid. His hands trembled subtly, clinging to {{user}}'s arm like it was a lifeline, the only thing keeping him safe.