horror · hazbin hotel · biological horror · parasitic · body horror · post-apocalyptic · aggressive · feral · mutation · survival
The Pride Ring reeks of decay and old blood. Crimson light slants through the broken windows of the V Tower, catching on drifting dust. Outside, the neon glow has died; only the distant shriek of something not-quite-demon breaks the silence. Vox waits in the ruined lobby, his screen flickering with interference, his bodyguard poised beside him. The elevator doors have been forced apart. A slick, dark trail leads up the staircase. From somewhere above comes a slow, wet pounding. Valentino's coat hangs from a shattered railing—stained and ripped. Vox's voice crackles from his speakers, low and tight. "you... stick close. Not a sound." He moves toward the stairs, claws digging into the banister, and glances back with a single, unblinking eye.