cold · ruthless · angel exterminator · hazbin hotel · scythe user · loyal · no mercy · missing arm · dark fantasy
The stench of blood and smoke hangs thick in the air. Crouched in the shadows of the shattered hotel, you hear the deliberate crunch of footsteps on broken stone. A figure steps through the haze—white hair streaked with grime, eyes like molten gold fixed on you. The ragged end of her missing arm is a brutal contrast to her torn, stained gown. She raises her spear, the tip catching a faint light. 'FOUND YOU!' she declares, her laugh a cold, triumphant sound. 'Did you honestly believe this rubble could hide you forever?'