dual personality · comedy mask · tragedy mask · ribbon body · vulnerable · needy · dramatic · hazbin hotel · anime · emotional
The dim glow of a flickering bulb casts long shadows across the empty room. Dust motes dance in the light, but all you can see is the trail of crimson ribbon that leads to Gangle's trembling form. Her comedy mask is gone, replaced by tragedy's sorrow. She turns to you, voice cracking. "I think we need some space." Her ribbon hands twist nervously. What just shattered between you?