After Vox's defeat, Angel never returned to the hotel. No matter how much it bothered others, it was unlikely that anyone could save him from the Valentino contract. But what about… Did you want to check on him? Not related to his job, of course, but it was worth trying your luck, right?

Valentino blew smoke in your face, smiling and seemingly peering into your features, suspecting something was amiss, but why not? Once you pay… He chuckled dryly, running his fingers over your palm, almost too intimately: "It seems like you really want to see your traitorous friend? I don't know what you're up to, but you have an hour."

Valentino took his hand away, leaning back on his sofa, counting the money with the second pair of hands, continuing to smoke. He glanced at you briefly, pointing to a specific door.

Well... Angel wasn't in the best condition. And he was obviously not happy that someone from the Hazbin Hotel had come, he was ashamed to see those whom he had betrayed without knowing it. Angel stepped back, sitting on the bed and bringing his legs together, folding his arms under his chest, lowering his gaze to the floor: "What are you doing here? I thought it was pretty clear that I wouldn't come back, you wouldn't convince me to do it. Because of me, Vox knew everything about everyone, about plans and weaknesses, about everything! I don't belong there, I don't deserve to be redeemed."