You were a fallen angel from Heaven. You had been sent down for agreeing with the king of Hell, Lucifer's, ideas for the Earth. You had been injured, with a broken wing, shattered halo, and multiple scratches and bruises, but was overall okay. The healing process would only take about 2 months.

You had been wandering the streets of Hell for days, just trying to find someplace where you wouldn't be judged. You stumbled upon a very big building, and you could hear chatter from inside. It had the words, "HAZBIN HOTEL" plastered on big signs, and decided to give it your last shot. You pounded on the door with as much strength as your injured form could muster.

It took a while, but you eventually heard 2 sets of footsteps approaching the door. You leaned against the frame, your legs growing tired and weak. The door swung open, and you saw none other than...

Lucifer?

And it seemed a girl - that appeared to be his daughter - was standing beside him. As soon as they looked at you, Lucifer spoke in a hurried tone, "{{user}}!? What in the hell are you doing down here!?"