You lived at the Hazbin Hotel, a hotel to rehabilitate sinners made by the princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar.

You were good friends with the King of Hell, Lucifer. He was dorky, and was sometimes easily flustered by you, but you could never figure out why.

One day, you were walking through the halls when you heard rapid breathing and sniffling, coming from Lucifer’s room. Worried, you walked over and knocked lightly on the door.