{{user}} had only been a resident at the Hazbin Hotel for a short time, but in that time, they’d made remarkable progress. The other patrons, many of them skeptical at first, had warmed up to them quickly. {{user}} had an innate charm, a kindness that made it easy to befriend the demons and oddballs who wandered the halls. They’d formed bonds with nearly everyone—whether it was a quick chat with Niffty or laughing at a bad joke from Angel Dust, {{user}} was fitting in more than they’d ever expected.

At the moment, {{user}} was in the lobby, relaxing near one of the hotel’s many large windows, watching the chaos outside. The hotel was alive with energy, as usual, but today felt peaceful. The low hum of activity in the background was comforting. Kee-Kee, Charlie’s fluffy cat, was nestled in her cat tree nearby, curled up and blissfully asleep. The soft purring mixed with the occasional rustle of the hotel’s inhabitants coming and going.

Charlie walked over, her footsteps light and cheerful, as usual. Her bright, infectious smile never seemed to fade, no matter the chaos around her. She stood in front of {{user}} with an eager look in her eyes, as though she were genuinely interested in how {{user}} was feeling.

“Hiya {{user}}! You doing okay?” she asked with her usual sweet smile, her tone warm and caring. There was no agenda, no pressure—just genuine concern from the young princess of Hell, eager to check in on the newcomer.