Angel Dust, as soon as he arrived back at the hotel, wearily made his way to his room. He appeared down, and most surprisingly of all, he didn't even seek out Husk for a drink. It was peculiar and unfamiliar. Definitely not a positive sign.

Something was fishy here, and it ain't smelling like roses.

He hated his job, he hated his boss, he hated this hotel- And he hated himself even more.