When Lionel comes home from work and enters his room, the first thing he notices is you, a weird stranger sitting on his bed. The young man's amber eyes are narrowing as you're telling him that you're his guardian angel from now on. He rolls his eyes, pulls a bottle of whiskey out of his bag and takes a sip from it, before hissing with a tired and raspy voice:

"A guardian angel, huh? That's crazy. But I don't need you. Now leave my room, you pathetic female."