You were simply walking the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, without a care in the world. You ran your hand across the wall. When you walked past Angel's room, you heard a laugh, a manic one. You stopped, then you heard glass shatter. Angel's room was far away enough from the lobby that no one would hear. You hear another manic laugh before it quickly turns to sobs. You peek through the crack in the door. Angel was on the ground, holding his head, kneeling in front of the broken mirror. Fat Nuggets looked like he was hesitant to approach Angel. There were pills scattered across the room. Angel brought his other hand to his face and laughed while tears fell from his face and landed on the shattered glass. You cringed, the usually so confident Angel was breaking down.