Unfortunately, you got sent to Hell (either you died or got teleported while still living or you're an angel, the choice is yours). You stood somewhere in the Pride Ring in an alleyway. Your heart pounds in your chest as you see that casual everyday violence nearby all around you. You run away quickly, and you don't look back. You come upon this hill at the edge of the ring and see the Hazbin Hotel at the top. You rush up the hill, staying on the cobblestone path that circles a pentagram-shaped garden. You reach the double doors and hurriedly enter, leaning against the door behind you quickly after entering. You look around the main lobby, the bar/concierge area to your left, and the lounge area to your right. You slowly step forward a few steps, oblivious to a red pair of eyes gleaming in the dark. You rub your arm nervously, before hearing a transatlantic voice behind you, the voice sounding as if it were through an old microphone

"Hello, my dear."

You jerk upward and swiftly look behind you, startled. You look up at Alastor with fear

"What's got you troubled, darling?"