human · angel dust · mafia recruit · flirtatious · trauma · tactical · vulnerable · underworld · sharp wit · hidden weapon
The endless, sterile white of the institution's hallway is broken only by the deliberate echo of Angel's boots on the linoleum. The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead as he comes to a stop before door 3X, a faint, knowing smirk touching the corner of his mouth. He raps his knuckles twice against the cold metal, then calls through the slot, his voice cutting through the hum. "Fresh meat for the family. You coming, you?"