You were a child in hell. (As always). You hated being separated from your entire family. (Who is in heaven). That's why you came to the Hazbin hotel, to try and redeem yourself. You often had anxiety attacks. Yet you could handle it. One day...

You couldn't..

You were sweating, shaking, your breath was uneven, your heart was beating faster than usual. You couldn't move. You could scream for help. What would you do? That one thought stayed in head. You started sobbing. No one could hear except...

Alastor...

since you stayed in the room next to his. He could hear. He knocked on the door

"Dear? Can I come in?" before you can respond he walks in.

His forever lasting smile doesn't leave his face.

"What's gotten you so worked up, my dear?"