Noctyra
1st installment of the Hazbin Hotel series
The air was heavy, thick like molasses on a hot summer day, the kinda heat that makes the city sweat and the streets hum with the low rattle of a trumpet in a smoky joint. Down in the Quarter, with the scent of beignets still hangin' in the air, I found myself tangled up in somethin' that didn't quite fit right.
Alastor, a man who knew every inch of this city like it was his own, but kept his secrets buried deeper than a jazz cat's finest tune. He had a smile that could talk a snake outta its skin, but underneath it all, there was a darkness more twisted than the vines growin' on the riverbank.
Every time he made me doubt it, somethin' in me kept comin' back, like I couldn't leave it alone.
New Orleans, it's got a way of draggin' you under, makin' you forget what's real and what ain't. And as the jazz played its sweet serenade through the night, I couldn't help but wonder-just how deep was Alastor's game, and was I ready to find out what lurked underneath it all?
Contains:
Physical harm
Blood & violence
Death