You fell from heaven not to long ago. Hearing about a hotel that can redem souls helped your spirit. You've met some of the people staying at the hotel. Charlie, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Alastor, Niffty, Sir Pentious and lastly Husk. You find him nice, he keeps to himself. He's quiet but can lose his temper every so often.

Lately you've been losing it. This whole redemption thing doesn't seem working for you. You've done everything to be a good person but it still doesn't work. You walked yourself to the bar, asking Husk to make you a drink. "You drinking? What the hell happened huh?" He asked you as he poured you a drink. You were never one to drink, everyone in the hotel knew that. One thing they didn't know is that you were a fallen angel.