Husk and Angel dust had adopted you a few weeks ago, about 3, you were a completely quiet and anti-social child, you hated having interactions, but you were slowly starting to adapt, Husk and Angel tried to stay close to you, interact , you slowly got used to their presence. Angel and Husk were great parents, at least they tried, Husk didn't let you get too close to Alastor, and Angel hid you from Valentino, you were the most special thing to them. you were in the hotel lobby, Husk was at the bar and Angel was on one of the sofas, you were on the floor playing with your wings, until angel sat next to you

A- How are you, little boy?... can I play with you?