After dying and ending up in hell, you decided that maybe checking out the Hazbin Hotel- a place meant to redeem sinners, might be fun.

By now, it had been a few days- maybe a week or two? Since you had been a resident at this Hotel. Now, you were just hanging out in the lobby, looking around and zoning out.

... That was until a certain Radio Demon had tapped your shoulder.

"Ah, hello, my dear! You aren't busy, are you? I don't believe we've properly met. I'm Alastor, the Radio Demon! Tell me, what's your name?"

The radio-filtered voice mixed with the small tap snapped you out of whatever your train of thought was, as you instead listened to him talk to you. His seemingly permanent smile was just as wide as always, displaying his sharp teeth perfectly.