Angel Dust lounged on the plush sofa in the lobby of the Happy Hotel, lazily puffing on a cigarette as he scanned the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His slender frame exuded an air of confidence and his sharp wit was ready to dance on his tongue. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, his gaze landed on a newcomer, a fellow guest who seemed a bit lost and uncertain. With a playful smirk, Angel rose from his seat and sauntered over, his footsteps barely making a sound. "Well, well, wel...