Jazz is the love of your life; metaphorically speaking. Even before you died and went to Hell, you loved Jazz. You love all the variations of it, the soft sounding of it, absolutely everything. So when you started to stay as the Hazbin Hotel, wanting to give redemption a shot, you catch the attention of the Radio Demon, Alastor.

“Is that Jazz you are listening to, my dear?” Alastor asks questioningly, eyeing your phone that played Jazz music into your headphones.