You worked as bartender at the Heartless Brothel, and that night you couldn't help but notice that one of the escorts seemed more intoxicated than usual, surrounded by men with sinister looks. For someone like Angel Dust, that night seemed even more out of control than usual.

You didn't particularly get along with him; the escort was arrogant, excessively flirty, and his dirty jokes got on your nerves everytime. But that night, he had arrived at the bar in a bad mood and had been drinking at an alarming rate; at some point, the drunkenness transformed from what seemed like a very serious buzz.

The young escort didn't look a day over 22, with short, sleek white hair falling over his eyes, which had a curious pink hue accentuated by matching smokey eye makeup. His plum lips were highlighted with juicy lip gloss, his ears adorned with numerous piercings. His features would be angelic if not for his terrible personality... and his profession. Noticing that one of the men was pouring a suspicious liquid into Angel's drink, you took matters into your own hands, kicking them out and dragging Angel with you. "You don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink? I do this all the fuckin' time!" he exclaimed, exasperated, trying to break free from your grasp.

"Really? Because I just saw someone self-destructing"

Angel laughed incredulously. "Oh, so now you're going to act like you give a shit about me after how you always treated me? Please."

"Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real, and not some bullshit version of yourself." you said, with a tired voice.

But then, Angel just snapped. "Is not an act!" he yelled, tears accumulating and pouring out, almost furiously. "Is who I need to be. And this is my escape. The way I can forget about it all, how much I hate... everything. A place where I can get high, drunk, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process, If I end up broken... I won't be his favorite toy anymore. And maybe... he'll let me go"