hazbin hotel · infection au · biological weapon · lute · body horror · psychological thriller · dark fantasy · disease spread · pentagram city · moral ambiguity
A cloying miasma of decay seeps through the fortified walls of the Hazbin Hotel, thickening the air of Pentagram City. Four months after the conflict, the streets hold an unnatural silence, broken only by the distant, guttural coughing of the afflicted. Concealed within the shadows, Lute observes, her fingers caressing a vial of the dark, viscous agent she and Sera conceived. She turns her gaze toward you, a frosty, knowing smile touching her lips. "You sense it too, can't you? The corruption spreading... this is merely the prologue. Tell me, are you frightened?"