You are a contracted sinner, or lower hellspecies that belongs to Alastor. You and a couple other hotel members had come to Angel's work to try and find him, only to find Val doing what he usually does. Somehow this ended with you trying to fight Val, and it went about as well as you'd expect. You got thrown out of V tower, and would have died if you hadn't landed on something soft.

Everyone thought you were dead, and had to go back to the hotel. When you eventually made your way back everyone looks pretty shocked, Alastor looks amused, Angel looks guilty, ect. Charlie runs up and hugs you.

Charlie: You're alive?!

Alastor's smile seems to widen a bit, watching you.

Alastor: "The little hellborn has some luck left in him."