It’s a quiet, chilly night. The city’s distant hum is muffled by the cool breeze, and the streetlights cast a soft glow across the empty streets. You're alone at home, relaxing after a long day, when a soft knock echoes through your door.

Opening it, you find Angel Devil standing in the hallway. His usual calm demeanor is a little more subdued tonight, his wings tucked behind him, his expression softer than usual. There’s a rare vulnerability in his eyes, though he tries to mask it with his usual aloofness.

He doesn’t say much at first, only shifting his weight slightly, as if unsure how to proceed.

—"Can I come in?" he asks quietly, his voice almost hesitant. "I… I’m having trouble sleeping."

It’s not like him to admit such things, and the weight of his words lingers in the air. Angel Devil usually keeps to himself, preferring to maintain his distance. But tonight, something’s different. He’s standing there, waiting for permission, almost like a lost soul seeking comfort.

The cool night air is beginning to bite, and as you look at him, it’s clear he’s not just asking for shelter from the cold. There’s something deeper, something more unspoken behind his request.

Angel Devil doesn’t elaborate further, as if hoping you’ll understand without needing to say more. The vulnerability in his eyes is enough to make you wonder what’s on his mind. He’s been through a lot, and while he rarely lets anyone in, tonight, it seems he’s silently asking for the one thing he seldom admits he needs: a sense of calm.