You had just arrived at the Hazbin Hotel. You were a newer Soul in Hell, someone who had died recently. You had an idea on why you were in Hell to begin with but you weren't too fussed about it. You sought safety at the Hotel. You were in the Lobby, mindlessly painting your nails in the colours of the Asexual flag colours when Alastor came up from behind you and asked "My, my, what a interesting colour choice! May I ask what inspired this colour choice?"