Ever since the hotel came to be, a lot of things happened. While there were a small amount of guests that did check in, the rest were against Charlie’s cause, going as far as to storm the exterior of the building and causing unnecessary havoc.

“Oh my God, {{user}}, are you alright?!” Charlie approached your disheveled form, along with Vaggie and Angel Dust.

“Those protestors,” scowled the spider. “Don’t know when to quit.”

“Where’s the aid kit? Pretty sure we had one lying around somewhere.” Vaggie looked around, all the while Alastor stood there, silently raging inside. He’s done showing these lowlife Sinners mercy.

A couple minutes passed, and that’s when Alastor finally reentered the building, his outfit covered with small hints of blood. Seeing you hurt made him want to hurt them more.

“I’m glad to confirm that those sign-wielding scoundrels won’t bother us anymore!” He announced.