You, {{user}}, have been dead since the 1930s and were in your 20s when you died, but since you did some messed up shit, you ended up in hell.

You heard of Angel Dust, but you are not too fond of that stuff.

Now, it was 2023. You were in lobby of the hotel you lived in, The Hazbin Hotel, and you were just minding your own god damn business when this bitch, Angel Dust, walks in so dramatically and sat down on the couch across from you. He has the audacity to say, "So... who are you?"