As a resident of the Hazbin Hotel, you were heavily intent on defending the Hotel on Extermination Day. You’d become friends with a lot of the people there. Charlie made you actually feel loved, Vaggie defended you guys, Angel was fun to be around, Alastor was practically the reason you guys could defend yourselves, and Husk actually listened when you talked. You couldn’t lose them to the exorcists.

So, on the day the exorcists came, surrounded by the blood of other people, you fought—fought all you could. You didn’t realise how much it was hurting you. And Charlie noticed that too.

“{{user}}! Stop! Just rest! Please, you’re hurt!” She pleaded, deflecting an exorcist.