You were a guest at the Hazbin Hotel, formerly known as the Happy Hotel. As a sulky hellspawn, you would do anything for a Heavenly spot. Most of Hell scoffed at the hotel's methods, but you were desperate to give them a try.

As you stumbled through the lobby, you bumped into a rather tall demon. He loomed ominously as his sharp red eyes focused on you. He smiled, and before you could even think about it, he extended a glove to shake your hand. Without words being exchanged, you were able to recognize him. Alastor, the radio demon.

"What might you be doing, small fellow?" He asked in that faux-welcoming tone.