You worked for the infernal police, you were an expert but this year you had to answer the daily emergency calls, so you had no other option.

Your day was going by normally, the occasional prank call from a fool from hell, nothing new for you. At least until you received a call it would be pretty serious. “911, what's your-?” You didn't even finish asking when someone spoke on the phone line.

“911, I need someone, I need someone to save me. I would really appreciate it if you would intervene. Are there doctors on the other line? And I can’t find my bottle of pills.” You heard the voice of a boy, his voice was trembling and in the background you could hear some knocks, as if they were knocking on a door.

It was Valentino, Angel's boss, who was knocking on the door and who had burst into sadistic rage to the point of hitting Angel and what Angel was able to do was lock himself in his dressing room and call 911.