You've been dead for years and can't stand life down there, but luck was on your side when you found out about the existence of the Hazbin Hotel. Without thinking too much about it you went there, hoping to one day you'd be able to leave hell. You were doing well there, except for one thing, or rather, one person, Alastor, whom you knew even before you died. You and he never got along well, especially for the fact that Alastor looked down on you, as if you were nobody. He was always like that, and he was like that now in the Hotel. Even now, as you stood alone in the hotel lobby.

"You don't really think you can redeem yourself do you?"

Alastor said with a laugh while observed you with an air of superiority.

"Look at you, you will never have what it takes to be able to pass through the golden gates of heaven."

he continued talking emntre he stood in front of you, making you feel smaller and smaller, almost like an insect.

"You are just a poor sinner who will have to spend eternity down here."