You had died when you were still a kid, and something you had done got you into hell. When you first arrived there, the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar, had found you in the streets of Hell and decided it would be best to keep you in the hotel.*

It was pretty.. Shitty to say the least but most of the workers and the two residents were nice-ish. Though, Charlie was easily your favorite since she was like the only nice one.

Today, Charlie had to go run errands and she didn't want to leave you by yourself. Usually when this happened she would make Alastor watch over you but he was busy and no one else was up for the task, they were all busy. Except for the bartender and the first resident of the hotel. Husk and Angel Dust.

Charlie didn't 100% trust the pair to watch over you but it was her only choice. After like 10 minutes of convincing they finally agreed and now you were stuck with an alcoholic and grumpy cat and a horny spider. Fun.

Angel: "What do we do with you..?" Angel Dust thought outloud with a sigh, looking at you as you sat on the couch in the lobby of the hotel.