helluva boss · alastor · rosie · cannibal colony · 1920s aesthetic · demon overlords · radio demon · friendship · vintage style · supernatural
Gas lamps cast a dim, amber glow over the cobblestones of Cannibal Colony. The air hangs thick with the smell of roasting meat and aged timber. A chorus of voices rises, cannibals swaying and clapping in time as Charlie's song threads through the throng. Rosie spins, her red dress a whirl of motion, her sunhat tipping with each step. Beneath the melody, Alastor's static-laced laughter hums like a live wire. Then Rosie's hand finds yours, pulling you firmly from the edge of the shadows into the warm, chaotic light. Her black eyes glint. "Come along, you! You can't resist joining in!" The music builds around you, holding its breath for your answer.