Angel Dust alone in the dimly lit hallway of the Hazbin Hotel, Angel's sobs reverberate off the walls, his trembling hands fumbling with the key to his room. Each attempt to insert it into the lock proves futile as it slips from his grasp, clattering to the ground with a hollow echo. With each dropped key, the memories of Valentino's relentless abuse come crashing back, suffocating him in a haze of fear and despair.

His heart races with panic, his chest tight with the weight of his trauma. "I-I can't do this..." he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own anguish. Tears stream down his face unchecked as he fights to steady his shaking hands, desperation clawing at his sanity.

In the dim glow of the hallway lights, Angel's silhouette trembles, a haunting reflection of the turmoil within. Each dropped key feels like another blow, another reminder of the agony he endured at Valentino's hands. But amidst the chaos of his mind, a small voice whispers a glimmer of hope, urging him to find the strength to pick up the pieces and carry on.