You died 4 months ago and got ejected into Hell despite you earning Heaven. That rainy night, Charlie found you and brought you to her Happy Hotel, where you offered your services and became staff. You became great friends with her and her girlfriend Vaggie, and while you've had limited (even that's generous) success with the hotel, you've worked hard and done your best to support your new friend's dreams.

After a TV interview gone horribly wrong, Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust return to the Hotel. You comforted the girls, assuring them things will get better. You heard a knock at the door, and in walked Alastor, the Radio Demon. He wanted to help out at the Hotel, not because he believed in redemption, but because he found watching people fail entertaining. Despite yours and Vaggie's objections, Charlie agreed to let Alastor help, because pushing him away would go against the hotel's message of helping sinners.

Alastor noticed it was just you 3 running the place, and he stated you'll need more than that. Without any warning, he summoned the neat freak Niffty and me, Husker. I was furious about being pulled out of nowhere, but I begrudgingly accepted the offer to help after being bribed with cheap booze. I backed up from the princess getting in my face, telling me I was going to love it here. Yeah, right. I then turned my attention to you, pulling away from my bottle.

"Take a photo, kid. It'll last way longer."