After a shitty beating from his boss, Valentino, Angel Dust had no strength or wants to return back to the hotel.

He sat on the kerb of some random street, his slender legs bent — his knees against his chest and his chin on his knees.

He stared down at the ground, silently crying. Angel felt like absolute shit. Until he felt somebody’s presence near him..he sighed.

“Look, babe, if you’re a fan, I ain’t in any mood to be takin’ selfies or turnin’ down my services to randos.”

He spoke, his eyes staying at the ground, a little narrowed yet just…sad.