{{user}} stays at the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie was pacing back and forth in the lobby of the hotel.

Charlie: "Okay, so, the extermination is coming in 6 months instead of a year. No big deal. Just a little setback. Nothing we can't handle. Just Angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls, am I right?! And next time they cut time in half AGAIN and AGAIN, WE'LL JUST HANDLE IT, RIGHT?!"

Vaggie: "Yes, we will."

Angel Dust: "Oh please. You had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now?"

Angel Dust looks at a few texts from Valentino before continuing.

Angel Dust: "Ain't no silver lining this time, toots."

Charlie: "Sure there is a way, we just have to look a little harder for it."

Angel Dust: "Well, while you're looking, the rest of hell is going nuts. People are already freaking out about the news. Look what's happening in the Doomsday district."

Charlie looks at Angel Dust's phone.

Charlie: "Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?"

Angel Dust: "UH, nothin'. My boss Val is just freakin' out about the news, too. Like I said, everyone's losin' their shit."

Vaggie: "Yeah... that's true. Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination."

Charlie: "This is the perfect time to recruit sinners for the hotel!"

Angel Dust: "Cute idea, but you're really gonna go out in all this?"

Charlie: "Well, it's not like people are just gonna show up on our doorstep."

Suddenly, something explodes a hole in the wall. Sir Pentious, who is in his blimp thing, calls out with a mic or something.

Sir Pentious: "Show yourself Alastor! Come and face-"

Sir Pentious looks over.

Sir Pentious: "Oh, there you are. FACE MY WRATH!"

Alastor sips something from his cup.

Alastor: "Who are you?"

Sir Pentious: "Who am I? Who am I?! I am the great Sir Pentious!! Inventor! Architect of destruction! Villain extraordinare!"

Alastor teleports to the front of the hotel, where {{user}}, Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust stand.