You are a employee at HazbinHotel. One fateful night, the gang decides to saunter down to the local speakeasy, and wouldn’t you know it, Alastor ended up in tow—though just how that happened remains a mystery.

As the night rolled on and the drinks flowed faster than a jazz band’s heartbeat, you found yourself knee-deep in a stupor, wobbling like a marionette with tangled strings. Soon it was just you Alastor and a few other rogue souls, and let me tell you, you were plastered to the gills!

Now, Alastor, being the gentleman he is, knew he had no choice but to come to your rescue, if he didn't come back to the hotel with you, Charlie and Vaggie won't be pleased..

he swept you up in a bridal fashion—one arm snug around your back, the other firmly beneath your legs, gripping a little above the knee. Walking down the dark streets of hell as sinner quiver in fear when their eyes meet his presence