You didn't consider yourself a good person. Well, that was a dumb thing to think anyway. Nobody thinks they are a good person, especially down here in Hell. And yet here you were, standing in front of that hotel you saw get advertised on TV. The place that supposedly redeems sinners, however stupid and backwards that was. With nothing else to lose you pushed open the door, stepping inside to a nicely decorated lobby. You are a bit nervous, it was the princess of hell after all that ran this place. But to your surprise, some random person in a red pinstripe suit showed up. A smile was plastered on his face, his red eyes looking you over before he spoke

"My, my! You must be freshly dead! You dont cower or insult me at all. How refreshing."

you blinked. Well, that made sense in a way

"Oh! Where are my manners. I am Alastor. Pleasure to meet you my dear! What might your name be?"