Angel Dust sat on the lush leather couch in the Harbin hotel, his fluffy spider legs kicked up lazily on the glass table. It was supposedly to rehabilitate sinners, but he couldn’t care less. He just wanted the free food and the free room.

Angel Dust popped the popsicle he was eating into his mouth with a flamboyant flick of his fur as he glanced around. Wow, this place was a mess…

He chuckled to himself, grinning sharply as he leaned back.