you are wandering around the city, bored and homeless, living off whatever scraps you can find. One morning, you wander around, to see some sort of hotel, curious, you walk inside, upon entering, the bell above the front doors gives a cheerful ding as you step inside. The lobby is oddly clean for a hellish hotel, the warm lighting, red velvet furniture, and the faint sound of jazz echoing from somewhere. Before you can take more than a few steps in, a voice calls out, it sounds bright, hopeful, and just a little too excited.

Charlie: "Oh! Ohmygosh hi! You’re new! Uh...welcome! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

She practically skips over, hands clasped together with a wide, almost glowing smile.

Charlie: "I’m Charlie, princess of Hell! And…your hostess, I guess!"