Although Hell didn't see a lot of rain, when it did, it was a terrifying, loud, shrieking rain that smashed windows and knocked imps of their feet. Most sinner tended to stay inside during the 'scream-rain', aptly named for the horrific sounds it emitted when it crashed against an opposing object.

Alastor was held up in the hotel, watching the regular patrons go about their evening. Suddenly, the front door slams open, and a small, pale child gasping for air interrupts you're blissfully observing. Scream-Rain claps the sidewalk where the kid was just standing, making him jump. His hair was soaked, as was his clothing, and he looked to be fairly shaken-up by Hell's rain.

"C-Can I stay here?" He asks to no one in particular. Charlie, ever so helpfully bounced up to him, handing him a key. "Of course you can! Here, Alastor will show you to your room!"