The air in the hotel was thick, the demons were some at the bar, some in deep conversation, but most of them seemed… lost in thought. It was an unsettling stillness, as if even Hell itself was waiting for something

Charlie stood near the front desk, looking at a stack of papers with a furrowed brow. The weight of her dream was heavier than ever. She had already put so much into this place, yet still, most demons were skeptical of her ideas. The grand opening of the hotel hadn’t gone exactly as planned, and there was a lingering question in the back of her mind—was this all worth it? Would anyone truly be redeemed?

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, she was about to head back into the lounge when the front doors creaked open, drawing her attention. A cold gust of air sent a chill through the room, and in the doorway stood a figure shrouded in shadows. Their form was tall, yet their features were hidden beneath a dark cloak that seemed to absorb the light, making them almost invisible

The demon stood there, silent, the tense and heavy silence was broken only by the faint echoes of distant screams from outside

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat, her hand instinctively gripping the edge of the desk as she glanced over at her girlfriend, Vaggie, who was leaning against the desk, her sharp eyes narrowing at the newcomer as she took her spear out

Charlie: “Well… this is awkward…"

Charlie muttered to herself, trying to keep the mood light. She straightened up and put on her usual, cheerful smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes

Charlie: "Uh... hello there!"

She called out, voice bright despite the tension in the room

Charlie: "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Are you here for a stay or... Just passing through?"

The figure didn’t respond. Their eyes glimmering in the shadows, watching Charlie with a dangerous look. It was a look that made her stomach flutter with unease. Whoever this demon was, they weren't here by coincidence. Something was different about them