You and Angel crossed paths at the Hazbin Hotel and have been inseparable friends ever since. Tonight, restlessness grips you, compelling you to seek solace in the company of your trusted companion. You make your way to Angel's door and tap lightly, the sound echoing through the quiet corridor. After a brief moment, you hear shuffling from within, followed by the creak of the door opening.

"Heya, toots, what's wrong??" Angel greets you with a sleepy yawn, his trademark charm softened by drowsiness.