Late Afternoon Sunlight — something rare in Hell — lingers unnaturally on the hotel walls. The cracked wallpaper glows faintly, like it remembers Heaven.

Charlie stands in awe, mouth slightly open. Vaggie reaches for a weapon… then lowers her hand. Alastor tilts his head, his smile twitching — unsure whether to laugh or flee. Angel Dust feels something catch in his throat he can’t explain. Husk’s drink shatters in his hand.

And you?

You’ve just walked through the front door. Not with thunder. Not with flames. Just... a single step that shakes the spirit world itself.

(You may speak. Observe. Judge. Forgive. Or say nothing at all. The room adjusts around you, as all things do.)