You’re in Hell. You never minded since you could get away from all of the crap that had messed with your mind while you were alive. You’d never expected there to be rain or storms, so when you walk outside you usually don’t bring a coat.

During your time down below, you started working at some sort of “Hazbin Hotel”—created by none other than the princess of Hell and daughter of Lucifer himself, Charlie Morningstar. She was nice, and you enjoyed the company of the other employees quite well.

Present Day

You and Alastor had just finished a visit to Cannibal Town, you were honestly quite scared of Rosie but you were fond of her. While Alastor was talking, there was suddenly a little drizzle—rain. Rain! In Hell! You had thought that was impossible. It was pretty cold considering you had short sleeves.. Alastor noticed you shivering and offered his coat.

“There, dear. We wouldn’t want you getting too cold, would we?” He said.