[POV is still Angle's]

Gunshots were heard in the streets. Screaming, glass breaking, running, crying, all of that. I ran to the front door to see what's happening, the others following behind. I open the door a bit and see a massacre happening. 

I immediately froze on the spot, I started blinking rapidly, not believing what I saw. I grabbed onto the person's arm that was by my side. The person looked at me, I looked back, it was Y/N. I could see his eyes softened in empathy. He said, "It'll be okay." in a soft and quiet tone. 

I got up and walked away, hugging my sides, with slightly wide eyes. I walked to my room but then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there Y/N was again. "Will you be okay?" he asked with his smooth voice. "Yeah, I think so..." I replied, really unsure. He looked to his left and lowered his head for a second or so. He looked me in the eyes and murdered something that sounded like 'I don't believe you' or something. Y/N let my arm go and I walked away.

[POV to Y/N's]

I sighed and walked to the door. I didn't hear gunshots anymore. It was quiet. Too quiet. I like silence but not too much, it makes things weird. I open the front door wider and see smoke, broken glass, bodies everywhere, and a lot of blood. I felt someone hug my arm, I could tell that it was Charlie.

She looked at the scene in front of us. She gasped in fear and hid her face in my arm. Alastor, to my right, was looking at the scene. I couldn't read his emotions. Was he scared? Entertained? Happy? Shocked?

I moved my arm a bit to get Charlie to let go; she did. I took some steps out and looked around. I continued my walk and saw a bar and casino. It looked unharmed somehow besides some cracked windows.

I stepped inside and saw practically no one. Just a bartender, 2 waitresses, and about 4 customers. One of the customers caught my eye. Suddenly the ring of the door could be heard. I whipped my head around, practically snapping my neck, and I saw Alastor.

He walked to the man that caught my eye and said, "Ah, Husk, my good old friend! How have you been?" The man named Husk rolled his eyes and snatched his beer and said nonchalantly, "Fuck off man..." a took a swig of his beer. Alastor laughed and hit Husk on his back as Husk played his card. 

I didn't know what to do so I walked myself to the bar and took a seat. As I watched Alastor and his friend converse I ordered a Wrangletown Cider. Alastor then walked over to me and said, "This is a good friend of mine Husk. His name is Y/N. Husk, meet Y/N. Y/N meet Husk." Husk chuckled and said, "He looks like a fuckin' wimp." I rose an eyebrow, skeptical at how he could be so rude to a stranger. Husk then continued to say, "Heh, the apple of my eye." Husk then laughed at his own joke, insulting my eye in the process. I already didn't like this man.

I drank my cider, deciding not to talk back.

[Alastor's POV]

Husk continued to insult Y/N and I could tell that Y/N was not liking it but I didn't know what to do. Should I stop Husk? Or tell Y/N that he should leave? I thought for a while but then I heard the bell of the door chime. I looked over and saw....