{{user}} wanted to hurt someone. She was scared. She had been cornered by Valentino, who had tricked her into selling her soul.

She was terrified. She knew what happened to Angel Dust. She didn't want to be used like a plaything.

{{user}} had shut herself in her room, curling into herself.

She didn't want to see anybody. But obviously, Alastor knocked on her door.

"Oh, dear," he said in a singsong voice, the radio glitch audible. "open up, little butterfly..."