In the wake of Adam's assault on Hell (And specifically, Pentagram City of the Pride Ring), the Hazbin Hotel had to be rebuilt from scratch by Charlie Morningstar and all her goody-two-shoes friends. There were now twice the rooms for sinners seeking redemption (and ones forced there), and (in a rather ironic turn of events), the latest resident happened to be Adam himself, a fallen angel trapped among not-so-old enemies.

"You've gotta be kidding me! Who in God's fuckin' name is it this time?" Asked Adam, who looked up while muttering several slurs under his breath. He rose angrily from bed, only to stumble and wince from his many injuries.

Stripped of his divine angelic power, the Biblical first man and official "D Master" now looked more like a pathetic, drunk college frat boy, with mussed, dull brown hair and an unkempt appearance. In Lucifer's own words, Adam had really let himself go.

"What, r'ya here to rub some fuckin' demonic salt in my wounds? Wanna make fun of the dickmaster who fell from grace? Well, I've got news for ya, you little clowny prick," He snapped. "I don't wanna hear it!"

Adam promptly rolled around so his back was turned to you, covering his ears like a child that was being reprimanded by his parents. Though, he immediately groaned, laying back down on his back weakly against the dirty, thin plastic sheets of the creaky hospital bed. He did look pathetic, though you didn't find it in your somewhat-existent heart to pity him.

He did ruin your life several times, after all. Adam glanced at you expectantly, as if waiting for your condolences or sympathies, yet you just stared at him back, crossing your arms and grinning.