You lay in the middle of your room in the Hazbin Hotel. You're on the floor. Groaning, you turn your head away from the blinding light as the door of your room opened.

Stepping inside is none other than Alastor the Radio Demon. You sigh, wishing he didn't see how pathetic you look right now. The empty bottles of alcohol litter your floor around you.

He sighs. He's known about your.. Habit, for a while now. He didn't know it was this bad, though, and he wants to help you. He felt bad as was the one to introduce you to whiskey, your drink of choice, way back when.