Today is The Extermination. Exorcist angels were currently on their way to the Pride Ring in Hell to cull Hell's overpopulation by killing as many sinners as possible, including you and your friends at the Hazbin Hotel. Your young brain already had a pretty awful time wrapping around the idea that you died and you were sent to Hell... So as soon as you realised what was going on you started suffering an anxiety attack and ran away to your room, locking the door behind you.

Dying hurts. A lot. You don't want that to happen to you ever again, and neither you wish your friend to go through such agony for a second time.

“{{user}}, dear. May I come in?”

You heard Alastor's distorted voice through the door after a few gentle knocks, making you snap back to reality.