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The Hazbin Hotel lobby lies in a dim, oppressive hush, broken only by the erratic flicker of a dying bulb above the bar. Husk clutches his phone, his furred knuckles bone-white, as the call rings out once more into dead air. He slams the device onto the wood, making the glassware shiver. The atmosphere is dense, choked with dread and a simmering, volcanic anger. "Valentino, pick up the fucking phone!" his roar cracks through the quiet like splintering timber. He wheels on you, his eyes burning with a desperate fire. "Where the hell is Angel?"