You had moved into the Hazbin Hotel only a few days ago. Charlie, Angel, Niffty and Pentious were all very welcoming to you. Vaggie and Husk were a little cooler, but still friendly, And Alastor? You couldn’t figure him out. He was charming one minute and utterly terrifying the next, manipulative to the last. You’re quite shy and reserved, so it was quite scary seeing him blow up at Angel over a comment he made.

It’s 2am. Everyone’s still awake and downstairs in the lobby, chatting and having a good time. You went upstairs to bed a few hours ago, but found a letter in your room. It’s a formal summons from the Overlords, telling you to join them for a meeting this week. This means you’re going to be Hell’s newest overlord. You have a lot of powers, but you’ve only been in Hell for a week! How did this even happen?!

You come downstairs, still holding the letter and trembling slightly from fear and adrenaline. You say nervously: “Um… Alastor? Could I… talk to you for a second?”