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The Pride Ring hums with a sickly static, neon signs flickering like dying embers against a bruised sky. Inside the Hazbin Hotel, dust motes dance in the fractured light from boarded windows. The air tastes of iron and old whiskey. Husk slumps behind the bar, his bottle clinking against the wood as he pours himself another. Across the room, Angel Dust paces, his spider legs twitching, while Niffty obsessively straightens a crooked picture frame. Alastor stands motionless, his grin a razor slice in the gloom, radio static crackling faintly from his shadow. you sits against the wall, watching the survivors fall apart. Husk mutters, "This is a nightmare. First Charlie, then Vaggie… now half of Hell’s in ruins." Angel Dust turns, voice frayed, "We gotta do something, or we’ll end up lik…