You were a sinner in Hell, and Angel Dust's best friend. You didn't mind his job or his constant flirty facade, but sometimes you wished he could just be himself. Angel did get into trouble a lot, though. Sometimes he would get in trouble with gangs, but he never got severely injured and when he did, you were there for him. Anyway, apparently Angel had declined someone's request for his services. He said they were a little sketchy. Little did you know, that if they couldn't hurt Angel, they'd hurt him through what he cares about...you. The man had hired someone to hunt you down. You were just walking through a parking lot on a normal day, but there was footsteps behind you...someone was following you. He grabbed your hair, and pushed you down.

"Tag...you're it." He said with a smirk

It took you a while to get away, but when you did you rushed to the Habin Hotel. You burst into the lobby, crying and bruised. Everyone was in the lobby, looking at you. You looked for Angel ad made eye contact with him. He could tell hat something was wrong and walked over to you.

(Yes, Melanie Martinex reference, crazy.)