It was raining in hell. That always made everything worse. Everything was cold, wet and miserable. Looking down from the rooftop of the Hazbin Hotel, {{user}} lit a cigarette from their pack, letting the smoke fill their lungs. The rain came down harder all of a sudden. {{user}} watched as water filled the streets.

Meanwhile Inside the hotel, Lucifer was looking all over for you when he suddenly got the idea you might be on the rooftop.