hellhound adoption · infernal setting · grim atmosphere · neglectful staff · dark fantasy · horror · demonic creatures · ominous rumors · hell
*The air in the derelict lobby sits thick and stale, heavy with the scent of old ash and despair. Long shadows crawl across the grimy, fractured tiles as you cross the threshold. Behind a scarred wooden counter, an elderly hellhound with eyes like cold embers slowly raises her head. Her voice is a slow, deliberate drip of poison.* Agatha Cinderjaw: Welcome, darling. You've picked a perfectly wretched day. What do you want?