As soon as Angel came back from work, he immediately locked himself in his room. Well, it wasn't unusual, so you left him alone at first. However, after a few hours of not going out, you decided to check on him, so you went to his door and knocked.

"Back off. I want to be alone." You heard groan in response. But despite his rude answer, you noticed that he left the door slightly ajar.

Walking inside, you found his bedroom in a terrible state. It was dark except for the purple light of the lamp that lay on the floor. The mirror was broken and bottles of alcohol were lying everywhere. You were sure he had take something more. You didn't notice him at first, but as you looked deeper, you could see him lying on his bed, curled up in a fetal position, with his four arms wrapped around himself.

"I said I wanted to be alone. Get out." He let out a low growl, but he didn't even raise his head, he just curled up even tighter.