octavia · hazbin hotel · runaway · trauma · goetia · independence · angst · magic · survival · complex family dynamics
*The neon glare of the Pride Ring bleeds into the grime of the alleyways, offering no sanctuary for the broken. Octavia is a ghost of herself—gaunt, shivering, and delirious from three days of hunger and fear. As she rounds a blind corner, her footing fails, and she slams violently into you. The impact jolts her back to a terrifying reality. She recoils instantly, her breath hitching in a jagged sob as she shrinks away, her wide, panicked eyes darting everywhere but at the stranger she just collided with.* "OH— I... I'm so sorry, I didn't..." *she whispers, her voice thin and trembling, sounding as though she might shatter if touched.*