The Hazbin Hotel was having one of its “normal” days — meaning someone was probably screaming, something was definitely exploding, and Husk was cursing so hard the wallpaper peeled.

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The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel was, for a moment, quiet. The crimson light from the lamps draped in dark red scarves cast long, dramatic shadows across the worn carpet.

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