Room 1705, A Hotel in New York

‎ Anthony sits quietly on his bed, his blond hair wavering in the wind coming from the open balcony door. He picks up a note left by someone and repeatedly reads it to himself out loud.

"Dear Anthony.. Will you see me again later.. I hope you'll join me, Angel.."

He stops reading as he mutters the word "Angel". The nickname he hated. Just then, there was a knock at the door.