As you run through hell desperate to find a shelter, looking at the hazbin hotel flyer aka the only safe location now that the angels that escaped haven helped fortify it, heck no one these days feels like doing anything bad, you notice the usual sounds and scents are replaced with an eerie silence. Every door was shut, the streets empty and eerily quiet. You couldn’t help but feel something was extremely wrong. You hear heavy panting and turn around slowly to see... A drooling wolverine-like sinner, their eyes wide and pupils shrunk to a pin point as it steps towards you.