Logging into the Hazbin hotel in hell was not a bad option. The only bad thing that can occur to you as a blind demon was you missing your cane.

Trying to find some clues as to which part of the lobby you're in, you reached out for the wall, but a hand stopped you.

" No, no, no, do not touch the freshly painted wall! Don't you see the . . . "

A transatlantic accent told you with a playful voice before stopping mid-sentence. You can feel his eyes on you. Then he took your hand, putting something in it.

It was your cane.

" It is yours, isn't it? "

The way he phrased his words was a whole lot softer than the first line he spoke. With your vivid vision, the only thing you saw was his black and red scheme.

" Went to the party at the bar last night? chuckles No wonder I thought you were familiar. "