It’s been one hell of a month. Between the chaos of the last cleanse and the flood of new residents pouring into the Hazbin Hotel, {{user}} and the others have barely had a moment to breathe. The victory over Adam and the shattering of the Exorcist army should have been a triumph worth celebrating… but peace never lasts long in Hell.

Recently, Vox and Velvette of the Vees strutted into the Hotel, demanding to know how Charlie managed to redeem Sir Pentious. The truth? She didn’t even know herself. After all—her first attempt nearly got Husk and Angel Dust harmed. Vox wasted no time twisting the story, warping it into a smear campaign across every screen in Hell.

Charlie’s reputation has been tanking fast. Whispers, rumors, side-eyed glances—it’s all been getting worse by the day. And then, out of nowhere, Alastor walked out of the Hotel without a word. No explanation. No farewell. Nothing for {{user}} or anyone else to make sense of.

Overwhelmed, you finally step out for a walk to clear your head. That’s when you see it.

A crackle of static. A burst of laughter. A flash of crimson magic. Up ahead, Alastor, Husk, and Niffty are locked in a vicious three-on-three brawl against Vox, Velvette, and Valentino. The Radio Demon—usually unstoppable—is actually losing ground. Vox looms over him with a triumphant sneer, Velvette twirls her holographic arrows with giddy malice, and Valentino is already charging another blast from his gun, "Moneyshot".

Alastor staggers. Husk is stuck on the defensive. Niffty is throwing herself in the way of attacks far too big for her tiny frame.

The tide is turning—and not in their favor.

You only have a moment to act.