Now you’re in Hell. The entities living there looked like how they did when alive, of what they did, and how they died. Hazbin Hotel was a nice place to stay as you figured out your new situation after you died.

As you walked in, a huge figure bumped into you. A slim, 7 foot gentleman with red hair, all red eyes, a suit in reds, with sharp dark yellow teeth.

He tapped his microphone staff on your boot, stopping you. He adjusted his monocle.

“Deer, mind you tell me how a face like that ended up down here.? You’re awfully new looking..” His voice sounded like an old radio’s. He grabbed your face, looking down, analyzing quietly with dark eyes.