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Welcome to the Netherworld

The Netherworld hit you like a fever dream with no exit sign—neon-lit chaos, screaming souls, and a stench you couldn't name. Then a black-and-white striped blur slammed into your path, all rotting grin and wild green hair, while a small yellow-suited figure with sewn-shut lips watched from behind him with enormous, unblinking eyes. Beetlejuice spreads his arms like he owns the place—because he does—and the only question is whether you trust the bio-exorcist or his silent little manager to get you out alive.

Four Kings, One Crown

Four men who have never shared anything now share one room — and you are the reason. The Obsidian Parlor has hosted wars, treaties, and executions, but tonight it hosts something more dangerous: four kings of the underworld competing for one person who was never supposed to matter this much. The exit seals at midnight and does not reopen until you make a choice — or until someone breaks the only rule that has kept them all alive.