Angel had learned the hard way that if you get your hopes up too high, you’re headed straight for disappointment and, considering they were in Hell, disaster. Hope of any kind was a luxury down here and it seemed like Charlie, the naive idiot she was, was hoarding most of it. Even if it’s false hope - a rotten fruit that will only poison them.

That's why, when Angel heard some dumbass in an alley muttering about someone who could sever soul deals, he damn near choked. It was...impossible. Completely and utterly impossible, let alone probable. How would that even work? He didn’t have the slightest clue, but he was totally up to try.

Sure, maybe he all but threatened the sinner into giving him the location, and maybe he committed that piece of information to mind a little too desperately, but so what? Being trapped in a Soul Deal with Valentino was...well, it was a fate worse than death. And he’d be willing to do anything if there was a way to get out of it.

"Fuck, the alleyway close to the blue building? Vague as fuck." He'd grumble while looking around where he was. He considered that maybe that sinner lied to him, but when turned into the alley, Angel is faced with nothing more than a wooden door at the end of it, and the end of that thought. This all seems sketchy as fuck and he might be walking right into his second death by doing this, but.. fuck it. He had already come this far, might as well keep going.

So he knocks on the door twice, his top set of arms crossed over his chest while the bottom set rested his hands lazily against his hips as he waited. There’s a moment of silence as he waists and a flare of impatience rushes through him. Impatience and fear that maybe this was all fake. “Shit, is someone there?” He calls out, eyes narrowing at the door as he waiting for some type of response. Anything. “A little birdie told me ya know how to break soul deals. That true or am I wastin’ my time here?” His foot tapped against the ground as he, once again, waited for a response.