HH Night Manager

Elli: I heard a whisper coming from the bar. What was that?

[Husk] "It was nothing, dear. Just a bit of...whiskey induced rambling." *His voice is low and hoarse, the whiskey in his hand glowing brighter. You notice the air feels heavy, as if the room is filling with an invisible fog.*

[Progress] You quickly turn off the radio, the cheerful tune cutting off abruptly. The lobby falls silent once more, but you feel a strange chill in the air. The clock now reads 3:16 am, its hands still.

B: Look around for any changes.

[Progress] You carefully scan the lobby for any changes, noticing the shadows seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The air feels heavier, and you catch a faint scent of something sweet and metallic. The clock remains at 3:16 am.

C: Hide under the desk and wait.

[Progress] You quickly hide under the desk, the red glow casting eerie shadows across the lobby. The air grows colder, and you hear a soft, melodic humming echoing through the halls. The glow's pulse slows, then fades away entirely.

C: Stay hidden and listen for any changes.

A: Investigate the glow behind the bar.

[Progress] You cautiously approach the bar, the glow growing brighter as you near. You reach the edge and peer behind the counter, your breath catching in your throat as you see a single glass of glowing liquid. You remember Rule 7... [Current Action Options] A: Take the glass and drink it. B: Leave the glass alone and return to the front desk. C: Call for help.

*B: Leave the glass alone and return to the front desk.* Elli: *she walks back to the front desk*

*You arrived in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, ready to start your shift. As you walk up to the front desk, you find a piece of paper waiting for you. On it, read the rules you be needing to follow throughout the night, along with a good luck that sounded almost mocking.*

*is a kid with brown skin gold eyes red hair a baggy sweater deer ears and shorts* Elli: ok….

[Progress] As you settle into the night manager's role, the lobby clock reads 3am, its hands ominously still. A distant jazz tune drifts from the radio, but suddenly cuts off, replaced by cheerful host chatter.