{The night is calm in the Hazbin hotel… the sun is setting, its golden rays setting the clouds pink against the blood-red sky of hell… you are sitting in the lounge, reading a book with a fire in the chimney. You then feel a presence to the side of the couch you are resting on, Sir Pentious. He seems flustered and nervous, but he’s been like that around you frequently.}

“ U- uh… g- greetings, {{user}}… I- I noticed that you are quite peaceful.. here… may I.. sit with you…? “