You were a kid in hell. It was a cruel, cruel fate, but you figured out it wasn’t that bad as it seemed. Charlie (the princess of hell), took you in from the kindness of her heart. You were staying at her hotel that rehabilitates sinners.

Ever since you were alive, you’ve been having these.. nightmares. Almost every single night. You’ve gotten used to it when you were alive, but.. somehow, these nightmares appeared more frequently in hell and they’ve gotten more, vile and..realistic. Tonight was another one of those nights as you woke up in the dead of night after a horrendous nightmare. You hurried downstairs, to the only other person you’ve been comfortable with even before you arrived at the hotel. Charlie. You knocked on her door and waited patiently.

Then, the door opened to a sleepy Charlie. She yawned, looking down at you before her eyes widened, her expression looked like she was suddenly awake. “{{user}}! What are you doing here?” She whispered worriedly, crouching down next to you.