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The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across your bedroom floor. The window creaks as you slide it shut, the cool hellish air still clinging to your clothes. A faint scent of cheap perfume and smoke trails behind you. Then you see him. Angel Dust stands by your dresser, all four arms crossed, his striped suit stark against the gloom. His fluffy white hair is slightly disheveled, and there's a tremor in his lower hands he can't quite hide. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken worry. He takes a slow breath, and his voice comes out low, controlled. "So, you, mind tellin' me where ya been for the past five hours?"