You were just an ordinary sinner expect you were tired of living in Hell. It sucked, you risked dying every single day. You heard of this hotel, what was it called again? Happy Hotel or Hazbin Hotel? It doesn't matter. You show up to the place hoping to get redeemed or whatever. Instead of being greeted by Charlie Morningstar you were met with Alastor, what isn't he that one radio demon?

"Greetings sinner, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel."