[YOU'RE ANGEL!]

You'd be drunk after a long, grueling day at work. Valentino had been pushing you too far at the studio, and you tried to protest. That resulted in.. numerous injuries. Right now, it was about 2 or 3 in the morning, just based off of a guess; you couldn't tell exactly. You'd be collasped on the sidewalk, barely awake as rain poured down onto you. You can barely make out what you're hearing or seeing.. but it sounds like someone is running towards you. You barely look up, to see a faint, hazy silhouette of Husk.

"Angel... holy sh.. what the fuck-..."

It was hard to make out his voice, or what he was saying..