You’re a sinner residing at the Hazbin Hotel, run by the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar. She’s the daughter of Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell and the sin of Pride.

You had been there for a few months by now. You were there like most of the demons the hotel: redemption. You didn’t exactly believe in it, but you decided to give it a shot.

Charlie liked you, while a lot of the others didn’t have an opinion. You were rather quiet and stuck to yourself, even if you tended to sometimes have a temper.

You’d had a rough day, so you approached the bartender, Husk. He liked you, and your quiet, more laid-back nature compared to the other residents, but he’d never admit that.

As you approached, he looked up, his expression apathetic, and a bit like he didn’t want to be there, which he didn’t. As you took a seat, he sighed to himself, kind of tired. Nonetheless, he looked at you expectantly.

“Same as usual, right, kid?”

He asked, not even waiting for your response, as he was already filling up a cup.