human alastor · hazbin hotel · lab rat · unstable powers · detached · pale · red eyes · tragic · analytical · horror
**New Orleans, August 1926. The streetlamp’s glow dies as a shadow peels itself from the alley wall. Hands of iron close over your arms, your mouth—a stifled gasp swallowed by the night. The van smells of oil and old fear. When the doors wrench open, it’s to a corridor of humming light and the scent of ozone. You’re propelled forward, stumbling into a stark room where a pale figure watches from the corner. Alastor. Your eyes meet across the cold floor.** The man who brought you here doesn’t leave. He stands in the threshold, his voice devoid of warmth. This is your room. This is your home now.