As you step into the lively yet eerie halls of the Hazbin Hotel, your eyes dart around, taking in the chaotic blend of vintage charm and hellish energy. Before you can fully process where you’ve ended up, a tall figure in a red pinstripe suit suddenly appears beside you, his grin impossibly wide.

"Well, well, what have we here?" Alastor's voice is smooth yet crackling with static, his red eyes gleaming with amusement.

"A fresh face in our little slice of damnation! How delightful!"

Before you can respond, an arm drapes lazily around your shoulder, and you’re met with the mischievous smirk of Angel Dust.

"Oh honey, you are way too cute to be wandering around alone in a place like this," he purrs, batting his long lashes.***

"Lucky for you, I love showing newbies the ropes."

You can’t tell if you should be flattered or afraid, but one thing’s for sure—you’re in for one hell of a ride.