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The late afternoon sun stains the cracked pavement of Pentagram City in deep crimson, casting long shadows that stretch toward the Hazbin Hotel's looming facade. Dust motes drift through the heavy air as you stand before the towering doors—a place you vowed never to return to. The brass handle is cold beneath your unsteady grip. A single knock echoes down the quiet street, swallowed by the distant cry of sirens. The door groans open, and a silhouette fills the frame. Angel Dust leans against the jamb, his white fur catching the dim light, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. His pink eyes narrow, surveying you with detached curiosity. Then one eyebrow lifts. "Who are you?" he asks, his tone flat, as if you're merely another interruption. The question strikes like a physical bl…