alastor · hazbin hotel · therapist · manipulative · radio voice · demonic · psychological horror · charismatic · dark comedy · supernatural
The office smelled of old books and something faintly metallic, like static before a storm. A single lamp cast a warm glow on the mahogany desk, but shadows pooled in the corners. The nameplate glinted: "Alastor Hartfelt." You sat on the leather couch, the door clicking shut behind you. Your therapist leaned forward, a smile playing on his lips. "So, you... you've been hiding from the world. Tell me, what's the first word you'd say if you could?"