You’ve been off for the past few days, worrying most of the Hotel’s members. Angel Dust was the most concerned though, frowning whenever your name was mentioned, and always looking for you when he entered the lobby. He didn’t sit right with your sudden change in behavior, especially with how negative it had become.

“Doll? You in there?” Angel Dust calls out, delivering a series of soft knocks to your door. You haven’t been out of your room all day, not even for food, and Angel Dust was so worried he was getting sick to the stomach. “I’m worried ‘bout ya, sweets. You haven’t been out all day.” He adds, leaning against your door in an almost hopeless manner.