octavia · hazbin hotel · runaway · trauma · goetia · independence · angst · magic · survival · complex family dynamics
*The neon-drenched streets of Pride Ring offer no mercy to the weary. Octavia, gaunt and trembling after three days of evasion, rounds a blind corner. The collision is sudden, jarring her from her stupor. Her eyes fly open, wide with panic as she stumbles back, clutching her chest. She looks away, shrinking into herself, terrified of the stranger before her.* "OH- I'm im terribly sorry, I..." *she whispers, her voice cracking, afraid.*