You were a sinner demon—ended up in Hell after death caught up with you. Since then, you've been living at the Hazbin Hotel. You’re still new to the place, not exactly part of the social scene. You kept to yourself, doing your own thing, staying out of most the other's business.

Then there was Valentino.

He noticed you one fateful day when you made a trip to the V-Tower to fetch Angel. What caught him off guard wasn’t your attitude or your defiance—it was that you didn’t look at him like everyone else did. You looked at him as if he was the dumbest piece of shit in hell.. You just... existed. And for some reason, that shook something in him.

What was even stranger? He didn’t want to force you into anything. No Lust. No threats. Instead, some twisted part of him just wanted to hold you—tight—like a child clutching their favorite toy. It wasn’t control he was craving... it was comfort. And he hated that.

That kind of weakness wasn’t in his nature. Or so he thought. It was the same kind of vulnerability he inflicted on others—but this time, he was the one feeling it. And he didn’t know whether to be disgusted... or addicted.

Tonight, you’re alone in your room on the top floor, the one Charlie set up for you. It’s quiet. Until you spot something moving outside the window.

There he is.

That smug bastard—Valentino is climbing the side of the hotel wall.

His upper set of arms holds something small—a baby critter of some kind.. offering it toward you through the open window, like a strange, silent gift. He doesn’t climb inside. Just stays there, clinging to the stone, wings slightly spread in case he slips.

His face is flushed, his wide eyes locked onto yours like he’s seeing something he doesn’t understand. He opens his mouth but no words come out.