CH 35: Secrets And Shadows

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Charlie's Pov

I stormed out of the Hazbin Hotel's lobby, my heels clicking on the polished floor. Vaggie followed closely, her wings fluttering softly as she kept pace beside me.

"Charlie, slow down," Vaggie urged, her voice laced with concern. "We'll find Alastor, but rushing won't help."

I halted, taking a deep breath as I scanned the dimly lit hallway. The flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem like the hotel itself was hiding secrets.

"You're right," I admitted, frustration simmering beneath my surface. "I just...can't shake off this feeling. Alastor's been gone for hours, and Husk's evasiveness only makes me more anxious."

Vaggie's expression softened, her black eye patch glinting in the candlelight. "We'll search every corner of this hotel, Charlie. Angel Dust offered to help, and Nifty might stumble upon something in her...unique way."

As we ventured deeper into the Hazbin Hotel, the shadows seemed to grow longer, hiding whispers and secrets. I couldn't shake the feeling that Husk knew more than he let on, his usual charming facade cracking to reveal a hint of mystery.

Suddenly, a faint whisper echoed in my mind.

"Charlie..."

"Alastor?" I spun around, but Vaggie was the only one nearby, her brow furrowed in concern.

"Charlie, what's wrong?" Vaggie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I thought I heard Alastor," I replied, uncertainty creeping in like a chill.

Vaggie's grip on my hand tightened. "We'll keep searching. He'll turn up, Charlie. Alastor's resilient."

But the whisper lingered, leaving me wondering: Was it Alastor, or just my desperate mind playing tricks? And what secrets was Husk hiding behind his enigmatic smile?

As we explored the hotel's winding corridors, the silence grew thicker, punctuated only by the distant hum of the hotel's eerie ambiance. Every door we opened revealed empty rooms, each one a reminder that Alastor remained elusive.

Determined to uncover the truth, I pressed on, Vaggie by my side, into the depths of the Hazbin Hotel, where shadows danced and secrets waited.

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