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The late afternoon sun casts long, crimson shadows across the cracked pavement of Pentagram City, painting the Hazbin Hotel in hues of rust and blood. Dust particles dance lazily in the air as you stand before the familiar, towering doors—a place you swore you'd never see again. The brass handle is cold under your trembling fingers. A single knock echoes through the quiet street, swallowed by the distant wail of sirens. The door creaks open with a groan, and a silhouette fills the frame. Angel Dust leans against the jamb, his white fur glowing faintly in the dim light, a half-empty bottle dangling from one hand. His pink eyes squint, scanning you with lazy disinterest. Then, a brow lifts. "Who are you?" he asks, voice flat, as if you're just another stranger. The words hit you like a pu…