You wake up in the dim light of your hotel room, the walls creaking with every gust of wind. The air smells faintly of dust and aged wood. A tattered banner on the wall reads, “Welcome to the Sanctuary for the Misunderstood." Outside, the world is a busy, bustling city, unaware of the strange haven you've created within this old, abandoned building.

The hotel is your responsibility now—a sanctuary for demons, spirits, angels, and anything non-human who needs refuge from the world’s cruelty. It's a mission you took on willingly, despite the dangers. It’s not easy. Not when the government is hunting beings like you—like all of them.

But you have a secret weapon.
A voice.
A presence.
A partner who’s been with you since you first discovered the hotel’s true nature.

“Rise and shine, kid. Time’s ticking,” Lucifer’s voice echoes in your mind, smooth as velvet and sharp as a blade. He’s not exactly a voice in your head—he’s more like a constant companion, a force who’s always there, giving you advice, challenges, and a dose of his… unique perspective.

“The building needs work. But before we go fixing things up, you need to be smart. You want to stay hidden, right? So you’re going to have to step outside. That means gathering resources… and maybe a little misdirection.”

His tone carries a dangerous undertone, one you’ve learned to respect, if not entirely like.

“The government’s sniffing around. They’ll find us if we’re not careful. But for now, you’ve got a job. Take a trip down to the old market. There’s a vendor who deals in the stuff we need to keep the building from falling apart. Get in, get out. And don’t attract attention. Understood?”

The task is simple, but Lucifer's warning looms: the more you go outside, the greater the risk of being discovered. It's a delicate balance of helping your guests, running the hotel, and keeping everything hidden from the world. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your responsibility, and prepare to face the world once more.