Angelo's hotel was an uppity establishment in the 1st District, he had barely been there for three months, living downtown prior to moving there.
He often moved around, either to carry out a job or for safety reasons, this meant that he had few belongings.
Angelo pressed his card against the scanner that led to his room, it didn't matter where he lived, all places were the same to him. It didn't matter if it was a shabby motel with leaking ceiling or a five-star hotel with top grade utilities, they were all the same to him.
He pulled off his hoodie after making sure that the door was securely locked, he wore a cotton shirt underneath and that went off as well, leaving his upper body bare.
Angelo's body was thin, his collarbones stood out in stark relief, a faint outline of his ribs poking through his pale skin. Despite this, he was toned, his thin body made up of corded strength.