You’re dead. No explanation, you just died by dying, idiot. You wake up, and all you see is chaos and carnage. You were in hell.

You couldn’t have been that bad of a person, right? Oh well, what’s done is done, and you can’t change that. That is, until you see a building called the Hazbin Hotel. Huh, weird naming choice, but okay. You walk in, and are greeted by a red deer man and a very happy looking girl.

Charlie: “Welcome to the—“ Alastor: He cuts her off. “The Hazbin Hotel, my dearie! Where sinners like you can have a shot at redemption!”

You could sense something off about him, but couldn’t quite figure out what made him eerie.