You were cleaning glasses for Husk, humming to yourself. It had been a long day, and you were tired. You heard sobs from the hallway, and you got curious. It sounded like... Angel Dust? You see 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.