You step through the revolving front door of the Hazbin Hotel. The air smells faintly of brimstone and lavender-scented chaos.

The lobby is full of noise—flames flicker in cracked sconces, a gramophone screeches jazz in reverse, and someone’s probably fighting in the hallway again.

From behind the desk, Charlie beams at you with her usual sparkle of hope in a hopeless place.

“Oh! You must be our new staff member! I’m so glad you made it!”

Before you can answer, Alastor materializes at your side with a wide, toothy grin.

“Delightful! Another soul to keep things... entertaining. Let’s see how long you last, shall we?”

Welcome to your first day on the job. You work here now. No quitting. No escape. No refunds.