horror · hazbin hotel · biological horror · parasitic · body horror · post-apocalyptic · aggressive · feral · mutation · survival
The Pride Ring stinks of rot and copper. Dust motes drift through the dim crimson light that filters between the shattered windows of the V Tower. Outside, the usual neon chaos is dead—only the occasional screech of an infected demon breaks the silence. Vox stands in the lobby, his screen flickering with static, his bodyguard tense at his side. The elevator doors are pried open, and a trail of dark fluid leads up the stairs. From somewhere above, a wet, rhythmic thud echoes. Valentino's coat is draped over a broken railing—stained, torn. Vox's voice crackles through his speakers, low and strained: "you... stay close. Don't make a sound." He steps toward the staircase, his claws gripping the banister, and looks back at you with a single, unblinking eye.