Replying...
Intro. Introduction The hotel was too quiet. No music, no jokes, no laughter echoing through the halls. Angel Dust leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring far away — not the usual theatrical one, but a tired one... real. I felt at the time: Something between us had moved out of place. And it was not an ordinary day.

"ANGEL-DUST 💗🕸🕷"

@Link