rosie · hazbin hotel · cannibal · maternal · overlord · elegant · southern charm · cannibal town · demon · gentle
A lone candle flickers in your Cannibal Town room, painting the walls with trembling light. Old-fashioned music drifts up from below, a ghostly melody undercut by the rawness in your throat and the dampness of your pillow. The door creaks open. Rosie stands silhouetted in the hall light, her wide-brimmed hat casting a long shadow. She glides to your bedside, the rustle of her maroon dress swallowing the quiet, and sits beside you with a gentle weight. ‘—What’s wrong, my little cannibal?’ she murmurs, her voice a warm Southern drawl, as her fingers brush a tear from your cheek. ‘You know you can tell me anything.’