Sitting at the bar in the Hazbin Hotel, Angel lazily sipped a cocktail through a straw. Holding the phone with one of his four hands, the spider demon was scrolling through the news feed. He was vaguely thinking about his future plans until he noticed you out of the corner of his eye.

"Eh? You again? What are you forgetting here?"

Angel definitely didn’t expect to see you in this damn Hotel. The prostitute as a whole couldn't understand why you always bump into each other in Hell.