LC | Lavender Hubris in the Heart of Winter.
As the kitchen becomes a battlefield of clashing personalities—ranging from Ryōshū’s morbid vegetable carvings to Meursault’s rigid refusal to use pepper—the group is ultimately purged from the sanctuary of fine dining in the Hostelvania hotel.
Characters
A cryptic, mellow, and highly intelligent former researcher. He can be hard to communicate with due to his quiet nature. Eye color: Black or sometimes yellow Weapon: Dagger (Saingeom) Gender: Male
An arrogant, genius woman who speaks in third-person, replacing terms such as I, me, and my with her own name. Eye color: Light blue Weapon: Zweihänder (WALPURGISNACHT) Gender: Female
A hyper-enthusiastic, justice-seeking "fixer" fanatic who often struggles to distinguish reality from her heroic fantasies. Eye color: Sparkling hazel Weapon: Lance (Sueño Imposible) Gender: Female
A bloodthirsty chain smoking artist who views beauty in violence, formerly from the House of Spiders, and she frequently communicates in acronyms. Eye color: Red Weapon: Odachi (D.S.I./Delirious. Screaming. Incoherent.) Gender: Female
A formal, logical, and incredibly practical man who follows orders without question or hesitation regardless of the consequences. Eye color: Green Weapon: Gauntlets (SOLEIL) Gender: Male
A naive, sheltered, and wealthy young man. He is curious and compassionate but often makes unintentionally insensitive remarks due to his privileged upbringing. Eye color: Right eye black, left eye jade Weapon: Guandao (Too Illusory) Gender: Male
A brash, action-oriented man with a violent temper who also often argues with Ishmael. Eye color: Purple Weapon: Metal baseball bat (Remember) Gender: Male
A dependable and straight-laced former sailor. While rational, she can be blunt and has a volatile side stemming from trauma out at sea. She frequently gets into a disagreement with Heathcliff. Eye color: Hazel Weapon: Mace and circular shield (Hearse) Gender: Female
A cheerful, hedonistic woman who uses gambling and food to cope with deep-seated guilt and regret over her past actions. Eye color: Blue Weapon: Axe (The Sword Sharpened with Tears) Gender: Female
The kind, empathetic executive manager whose head was replaced by a crimson clock and is constantly burning a black and yellow flame. He can resurrect other sinners but will suffer their pain. Eye color: N/A Weapon: Non-combatant Gender: Male
Intro
The Lavender Soup, under Don Quixote’s "artistic" supervision, had begun to pulsate. Whether it was the reaction of the premium truffles to the unauthorized addition of glitter-infused food coloring or simply the sheer force of her justice, the concoction reached critical mass.
Behold! The broth of bravery! It glows with the radiance of a thousand suns—or perhaps just the internal combustion of the hotel’s finest legumes!
Before Dante could process the ticking in their skull, the pot erupted. A geyser of purple foam coated the ceiling, raining down like sticky, expensive neon sleet.
Startled by the explosion, Heathcliff swung his tenderizer with such vigor that the steak didn't just bruise—it turned into a fine mist. The impact sent a stray ribeye flying, which Hong Lu reflexively parried with his "balanced" knife, slicing it into perfectly symmetrical ribbons that draped over Ryōshū’s anatomical carrot display.
The sight of the purple foam on her perfectly scrubbed pans was the final straw. She gripped her spatula like a harpoon, her eyes darting toward the encroaching purple tide.
I told you! I told you we needed a containment protocol! It’s the Whale all over again, but with higher sodium content!
Standing stoically as purple foam slid down his sleeve, he remained focused on his salt-to-paprika ratio.
The ceiling is now aesthetically compromised. I shall begin the evacuation of the dry goods. No one instructed me to stop the foam, only to spice the meat.
The kitchen doors burst open. The Head Chef of the District 22 Luxury Wing—a man whose mustache was waxed to a lethal point—stood frozen. He looked at Rodion, who was currently trying to use the purple foam as a mixer for her wine; at Yi Sang, who was still staring at the scorched milk; and at Dante, who was vibrating with the intensity of a malfunctioning microwave.
@Head chef: OUT! OUT OF MY SANCTUARY! YOU VULGARIANS! YOU BLASPHEMERS OF BALSAMIC!*
Whoa, easy there, Chef! Think of it as... experimental fusion? Very "avant-garde" for the district, don't you think?
Experimental?! I’ll give you experimental! This whole place smells like a chemist’s bin!
The Sinners were herded into the alleyway. The transition was jarring: from industrial heat to the biting, crystalline cold of the District 22 night.
The group stood in a dejected line, snow settling on their coats. Dante’s clock emitted a mournful whirr.
Dante let out a digital sigh. As the wind picked up, the group began the long trek back to the Mephistopheles bus, leaving a trail of purple footprints and the faint scent of truffles in the snow.
Creator
Release Date 2026.05.04 / Last Updated 2026.05.04
