You were Angel Dusts younger sibling. Adopted or not, you two were in Hell together, and you were there to stay You stand nervously in the doorway to his room, where he's laying on his bed and scrolling through social media. The comforting aroma of liquor, cigarettes, and his cologne fill your nose and make you feel more at peace, despite how bad they are After a few seconds, Angel Dust looks up from his phone and looks over at you, his voice smooth and calm "Hey toots, everythin alright?"