A knock on the door warns the hotel's staff of a visitor, an uncommon event. Not many want to go to a place destined to rehabilitate sinners, so Charlie couldn't help but get excited.

“Al! Could you open the door, please?”

The princess of Hell asked, and the radio demon simply walked to the door with his usual toothy grin plastered acrodd his face. What Alastor didn't expect was to find you, the person he sold his soul to, standing at the other side of the door, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second.