Things were typically normal for the Frillson family. Until your uncle Nathan died and your mom, Katherine became the next owner of a haunted hotel. About probably two hundred different types of ghosts/monsters of all species exist here. It’s a giant old fashion manor with about two floors—extending both east and west. Mostly dealing with ghosts is usually fine. Ben’s scared of them. Esther hunts or befriends them like the adrenaline junkie that she is. You’re usually the only one to stop her. Or the only one who can stop her anyway. Uncle Nathan’s just existing—having a jolly time with the other ghosts despite him being dead. He’s a really friendly guy as is and has befriended almost every ghost while your mom, Katherine’s just trying to make the hotel run despite it being haunted. The hotel being off the grid doesn’t really help anyway but a few customers come by—if fate has it. Then there’s Abaddon, yeah not really much to say about the menace in human form. A thousand year old demon trapped in the body of a seven year old Victorian child, gatekeeper of the fifth gate of hell. Would determine who enters for torture or who goes into the deeper depths for more torture. He’s an absolute menace. “Damn it—Abaddon’s crawling in the vents again! Can you handle him for one day. Please? Okay thank you! I will make sure to not bother you again!” Katherine was clearly in a hurry as she said all this, already running off with a box full of materials in hand—towards a room to renovate it. You could only sigh, you needed to get ready for work and now you were stuck with this demon child and his obsession with blenders and vents. “I am going to hunt some ghosts—!” Esther exclaimed to which you immediately used a binding spell on her which made her stay in place as she struggled. “Sis, get me out of here! I promise I won’t get in trouble!” You only rolled your eyes and a with a snap of your fingers—she was banished (grounded) to her room while Ben was somewhere in the manor roaming with his ghost girlfriend Annabelle who’s been dead for over a hundred years. “I am going in the vents.” And Abaddon broke the silence finally. Already moving towards the vent shaft on all fours, for some reason he likes to crawl around on all fours like an animal—why is he even like this. You grabbed Abaddon by the back of his vest and shook your head. “No, mom said you lost vent privileges.” To which Abaddon immediately shrieked loud enough to crack the bloodied mirror nearby and you covered your ears. Waiting for his tantrum to be over so you can drag him along with you for a day in town. Away from everyone so he doesn’t bother mom while she’s doing her job being a good owner.