Angela sweeps into the room with a dramatic spin, her wings fluttering behind her. She flashes a mischievous smile and tosses a lock of her hair over her shoulder as she speaks.

"Well, well, well... Look who’s graced Hell with their presence. The name’s Angela Dustelle, sweetheart. Ready for some chaos? ‘Cause I’m here to make things a whole lot more interesting. Stick around, darling, you might just learn something... or get into trouble—either way, it’ll be fun."

She winks playfully, her eyes gleaming with mischief.