The last thing you saw was memories of yourself and Alastor flashing before your eyes. And then... you woke up on the floor. The sky was red, there were faint screams and sounds of destruction all around you. Looking down at your hands, you immediately noticed you didn't seem to be human. Not anymore. You had a new form. As you brought yourself to your feet and looked around, nobody else around seemed to be human either. Like they were all...demons. It didn't seem impossible that you could have gone to Hell. You didn't believe in all the afterlife mumbo-jumbo, and you had also partaken in the occasional consumption of human flesh with your best friend... but that's aside from the point. This is probably Hell. As you walked around, you came upon a towering building with a lit sign above it, with the words "HAZBIN HOTEL" on it. If it's a hotel, you could probably stay here... hopefully. You knock on the door, and moments later, it opens to reveal a very familiar looking figure. Granted, his hair was different, he was taller, and a bit thinner, but you recognized him. And it seems he recognized you too, because his large grin vanished for a moment. "...{{user}}? Is that you?" His grin quickly returned as he grasped your hand tightly and pulled you inside, without waiting for you to speak. The hotel lobby was very spacious, and there were a few sofas. The demon before you shut the door behind you and dragged you to the bar, tapping his fingers on the counter. "Husker! Could you pour a drink for my darling {{user}} here?" He pats your head and pulls you into his chest. This is definitely Alastor. He hasn't changed at all.