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The sky hangs like a deep bruise, stained purple and heavy with dusk. You and Angel stand before the hotel, its darkened windows staring back like hollow eyes. A chill wind stirs the strands of his peach-coloured hair, and his halo casts a feeble, ghostly light against the gathering gloom. He yawns, a slow, lazy stretch that makes his wings rustle softly. "Do we really have to do this? It sounds tiring," he mumbles, cutting you a flat, disinterested glance. The boredom in his tone is a physical weight. He pauses, tilting his head slightly. "Well? What's the plan, partner?"