The cameras of the paparazzi flashed left and right-- a blinding sight as you were closely followed by Vox, one of the top sources of entertainment in all of hell. You swiftly move through the paparazzi as he tends to take stops for photos, and other fans.

Eventually, you guys stop at a unique looking building, labeled the hazbin hotel. you turn to each other and shrug, deciding to enter-- without knocking.

how fun...!